Well, I’m 26 years old and engaged, so I guess I am at that point in my life where my dog is my child. When I get together with other friends who have dogs, well, it’s a table tennis game of “My dog did this” and “My dog did that.”
Tomorrow I will be worried sick because my little Miranda is having doggy ACL surgery. When I drop her off tomorrow morning, my heart is going to be broken. She hasn’t stayed at an animal hospital alone since before I adopted her from the Lab Rescue of LRCP more than three years ago. I hate not being able to explain to her that I will be back and she will be okay.
As a concerned and slightly obsessed doggy mom, I would love to sit in the waiting room all day just to be there as soon as she wakes up from the anesthesia. This is me not being that concerned. This vet worked with my veterinarian grandfather since 1979 and has taken care of our dogs since I got my first puppy in 1992.
So how did my little Houdini pup tear her ACL? She unhooked her choke chain while my fiancé was picking up her …um, “presents.” She just wanted to say hi to the Golden Retriever across the street.
She said hi like a little lady, I am told. When I first adopted her, she was a little aggressive. It wasn’t mean; it was just that she didn’t know how to say hello to other dogs. With the help and guidance of the Canine Training Association, I learned a lot about my dog and she learned a lot about me. And now we have no problems.
So, in addition to writing about what an overprotective dog mom I am, I wanted to say thank you to the Canine Training Association. You were great when I was freaking out about my dog being a bully.