A hot minute ago I thought it was time to get another dog. Our amazing pooch of 15 years, Benny Boy, has been gone for over 2 years. Among the feelings of deep loss I had an overwhelming sense of relief knowing he was free of pain and the restrictions of his old body. Anyone who has nurtured an aging dog knows what I’m talking about; caregiving those final days requires constant vigilance and patience.
Anyway, after watching Hank, our daughter/son-in-law’s new puppy for the weekend that flash of yearning turned cold, literally: snowing, blowing, wet Seattle cold. Now, Hank is quite a joy in my life and I love taking him through my neighborhood so he can explore. But, have you ever tried picking up after your dog, carrying an umbrella in one hand, leash in the other, dog tugging to keep going, all while trying to stay just.a.little.bit dry? Yep, I forgot what THAT was like.
I can now see the appeal of grand-parenting, having loads of fun and then sending the kids ( and puppies) back home to their parents. And then taking a nap.