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Good Bye Good Dog: Be Good, Watch the House, Ok? Whuvyou

5 AM:  I have a screaming, snotty, teething Teddy on my hip.  I’m slipping down the stairs in my socks. . .feels cold. . Thankfully, Chris has already made coffee.  Vigorously blinking to keep my contacts comfortably floating, I head to the place by the back door where we keep Satan’s Lap Hound’s gigantic stainless water bowl, lest Teddy attempt the backstroke in it. . .


Right.  There’s no dish.


Heart starts to feel all squeeze-ee again.

You know we love us some pets in these parts.  A.  LOT.

When you get a pet, what you are really committing to is a decade or longer (if you’re lucky) of companionship. . .and poop disasters. . .and cuddles. . .


However, what you don’t know is how those next five, ten, 15 years are actually going to play out.

Sometimes, your time with the pet isn’t as long as you wanted. . .

Okay.  Most times. . .

Until THIS TIME, for me, end of time with cat or dog was terminal:  Cuddling close and being brave while the Vet gave a lethal injection. . .

Not the case with Tilghman.

His situation was, in a way, possibly more upsetting. . .

Tilghman came from a reportedly wild start. . .But he was willing to learn and more willing to please than any other dog we have ever had.

He LOVED the cats.

He knew his place with our old dog Molly.

He vacationed with us.

He slept by our bed.

He really didn’t care for the UPS driver. . .Until he realized he carried treats. . .

WE LOVE TILGHMAN!  He’s a really great dog.

And this is exactly why Tilghman is no longer in our home.

Tilghs is old.

Not down and out old, but he’s old. . .

Old enough that he has very little tolerance for our wild, loud, little children.

One night, just before dinner,  there was a scuffle under the kitchen table and Teddy ended up pawed and scratched and bruised on the face.



We also love our children. 

It was obvious we needed to re-home Tilghman quickly before we faced a situation where there was increased aggression and trouble. . .and possibly a situation so dire we might need to prematurely euthanize him because of his aggression.

Fortunately for everyone, we knew EXACTLY where Tilghman would be spoiled and indulged and with a quick call, arrangements were made.

Still, it didn’t make it any easier. . .

“I feel like we failed him,” I sniffled at Chris.  “He needed us, was nearly abandoned before and now we’re doing the same  thing.”

But here’s the thing about pets:  They are remarkably resilient.

Tilghman didn’t understand the human emotions I was projecting onto the situation.  What he KNEW was he had new loving folks to take him on wonderful walks; to feed him; to cuddle him; to give him more attention than I was capable of offering at this stage in my life.

Tilghman, our good dog of the better part of a decade, happily walked right out of our house and I’m certain has never looked back.

And after a couple of weeks, I’m not looking back as much.  We installed a security system since we no longer have a barking break-in deterrent.  I no longer have to worry about the kids drowning in a forgotten water bowl.  There’s no kibble all over the floor for Teddy to choke on.  I don’t have to remember to heap stuff on the sofa to keep the dog off of it when we leave the house. . .

Speaking of leaving the house, if only I could get used to setting the alarm.   It always made me feel so happy to look at his cute little labrador/pointer/weasel face and say, “Be good, watch the house, ok?  Whuvyou.”








2 Responses to “Good Bye Good Dog: Be Good, Watch the House, Ok? Whuvyou”

  1. Mary Ann says:

    Bet he was smiling when he walked out the door!!! Ha ha they have to buy an alarm system that ‘s not nearly as cute and fuzzy as I .