When I came home from work tonight, Mark had Lucy in her kennel. The furnace repair man was here to make sure we had heat again before night fell, but Lucy thought he was here to visit her. Since she doesn’t know enough to stay out from underfoot in situations like this, her kennel was the best place for her.
But she heard me come in the door. She heard me speaking. That’s when the whining and wailing and gnashing of teeth began. How could we possibly expect her to stay locked up when Mommy had just arrived home? She protested her inability to love me to death as is her habit when I come home for the night. She protested loudly and pitifully.
Finally, I could take it no more. I found the baby gate and positioned it in the family room doorway so she could be a little more free, but still out of the repair man’s way. I let her loose and she charged me with reckless abandon, her little doggie butt swaying from side to side with the force of her tail wagging as she tried to wrap her body around my legs.
When I stepped over the gate to go upstairs for just a moment, I heard a crash. She had charged the gate, not even bothering to go see the repair man. No, she came sailing up the stairs and plastered herself to my legs as if I’d been gone for months instead of moments.
This is why I needed a dog. Not just any dog. I needed Lucy. She loves her people fiercely! I’m not gonna lie. I love the fact that I seem to hold the most loved position in her eyes. Could have something to do with the fact that I’m mostly the one who brings her for her double-u – ay – el – kays. Could have something to do with the fact that I spoil her like a baby, constantly bringing home new toys, rawhide chews, bones and a pretty red doggie jacket that she tried to chew off her own body when I put it on her. Maybe not so much love over the jacket…
She’s cuddly. She’s got personality. She just loves life! Every time she goes outside and sees the snow still on the ground, she runs to it as if to say, “SNOW! YOU’RE STILL HERE! Let me run through you and sniff you and eat you and come to the door with little ice crystals on my nose looking all so cute and adorable!” (Okay, maybe she doesn’t say that last part. I do.) I needed someone like Lucy to fill in the empty spaces in this sometimes empty house.
She loves to sit below the deck and catch the falling snow as it is shoveled over the edge. She loves to chase the snow shovel you might be using and show it who is boss. She’s scared of snowman decorations and scared of Jake when he’s wearing his bulky black Carhardt jacket. She’s so cute. She’s so cuddly. She’s so easy to love. She makes us laugh.
Especially when she barks …
… at the toast as it pops out of the toaster!
I’m so glad she found us!