Letter from the president: Summer’s dog days
As I sit here in my relatively, new living room chair that now has one arm cover missing from one of the new dogs chewing a hole in it, I am reminded of how much I miss my old girls that I lost to cancer last year.
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore my rescue pups and all the love and appreciation that they give me for giving them a home. But do I still miss being able to leave anything out that I pleased with no fear of destruction? Absolutely. Do I miss the luxury of staying in bed on the weekends as long as I wanted without being pushed onto the floor by wrestling dogs? Yes, please. Do I long for the days that I came home and didn’t have to piece together minuscule pieces of important receipts and paperwork? You have no idea.
One good thing to come from their destructive habits is that I am now forced to keep my house clean and tidy whether I have the time and energy or not. My old dogs could care less about anything that I left out unless it looked like it would be soft to lay on or they felt that it needed more dog hair on it. Young pups also require so much more play time and exercise that I am forced to be active even if all I want to do it take a nap.
Cooper even tried to help me replace some of those curb markers on the storm drains this month, just like the two from my photo. Actually, he ate both of those markers. I’d like to think that he sensed that they were somehow inferior quality or defective in some way, but I know he was just bored. I sure hope that I can get them trained before the National Night Out Parties on August 6! Wish me luck on that one, and be sure to register your block party with the CYCA. Party on, neighbors!
– June Hurt