Day of the Dog

Let’s get this out of the way right up front: I’m a sap. I’m aware; no need to point it out. I choose to believe that awareness of my penchant for treating the dog like a toddler mitigates whatever degree of crazy comes along with that. Ahem. Don’t bother telling me it’s not true.

So. Tomorrow we celebrate one year since Licorice came to live with us. Chickadee has informed us that tomorrow is our Doggiversary, but that today—her 365th day with our family—is Day of the Dog.

It seemed wrong to explain to her that EVERY day is Day of the Dog, ’round here, and Licorice is our household’s equivalent of the spoiled baby, doted upon and adored by all. Sadly her lack of opposable thumbs leaves her unable to exercise the pinchy hand that would best enlist us to do her bidding, but her unbearably cute face seems to get her message across, nonetheless.

After nearly a year of begging, we have recently relented and now allow the dog to sleep in Chickadee’s room. This has caused some minor problems with Monkey, but so far he accepts our explanation that 1) his bed is too high for her to get on and off of safely in the dark and 2) his (twin) bed and sleep-flailing ways are not as safe as Chickie’s (queen) bed and sleeping-like-the-dead routine. I see no reason to further point out to him that his idea of “loving the dog” often includes “squeezing her to within an inch of her life” and I’d rather not leave them alone all night long for his special brand of affection.

So it used to be that Otto would take Licorice out for the last potty-stop of the night, and she would then come inside and make a beeline for her crate. She’d wait patiently for Otto to hand her a treat and close the door, and then we’d all go to sleep.

Now she comes in from that last trip and runs up the stairs and waits at Chickadee’s door. But if I am not RIGHT THERE to let her in, she comes looking for me. And because I’ve been fighting this yucky cold this week, where I am, most often, is already in my bed. So she comes FLYING up to see me, licks my sinuses with fervor, and then curls up beside me until she hears Otto coming.

Now, Otto is a sucker for this pup as much as any of us—despite any toughguy assertions to the contrary—but she knows that Otto coming may well mean she’s about to be stuffed in her crate. So as soon as she hears him approaching, she panics. And I’m sorry, it’s mean to enjoy it, but it’s hilarious. I mean, have you ever seen a 13-pound dog try to become invisible?? Her ears prick up when she hears him, and then she goes all boneless and flat and either burrows under the covers or just tries to lay sort of under me where she can’t be seen. It doesn’t seem to occur to her that my hysterical laughter at her antics renders me not the greatest camouflage.

Still, Licorice doesn’t move until Otto ascends the stairs, and she feels confident he’s about to let her into Chickie’s room. Then she scrambles up again, leaps off the bed, and runs upstairs before he can change his mind. Heh.

If you dare not to pay her the attention she craves, she politely sneezes… once, twice, maybe a third time if you’re really playing hard to get. Then she smiles and cocks her head, as if to say, “Who, me? I was just sitting here, being adorable. And also starving to death, you know.”

The timid, voiceless, half-hairless dog who came to us a year ago now stands guard and barks ferociously when the UPS man dares to approach the house. Her fur is thick and shiny, due partly to premium dog food and possibly also due to her penchant for carrots and apples. Other dogs beg for meat; Licorice goes INSANE if you sit down with an apple. And Otto scoffs at how spoiled she is, then feeds her half his apple when he thinks no one is looking. AHEM.

She jumps and prances and plays like a puppy, despite the months of disinterest in the toys we kept giving her. One day it just clicked, I guess, and then… let the destruction begin. No toy is spared; they must all undergo the emergency squeakerectomy, then the merciless limb amputations, and finally, the reduction to just a pile of fuzz. The ferocity she displays in these dismemberings is all the more hilarious to me because she has never chewed on anything that doesn’t belong to her.

In short, the dog who we were warned “might never play” has morphed into a goofy, playful, confident member of our household. It’s hard to believe she’s only been here for a year. Nevertheless, today I pledge to give her a new tennis ball, take her for a walk, share my popcorn, AND let her sleep in Chickadee’s bed. That’s pretty much Puppy Christmas, right there.

Happy Day of the Dog, Licky-Loo. You may be “just a dog,” but there’s no one else I’d rather have put their tongue in my nose.

22 Responses to “Day of the Dog”

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    divrchk September 11, 2010 at 12:27 pm #

    Happy Doggiversary :-) On a side note, I’ve had the worst cold/sinus infection this week too and I went to the doctor on Thursday and they gave me a shot of something she called a sinus cocktail. It didn’t hurt much and is something that I now call magic. It totally dried me up and made me feel way better. I highly recommend looking into this. I don’t know why I’ve never been offered such a thing before with all of my sinus infections.

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    BethR September 11, 2010 at 12:44 pm #

    In the greyhound adoption world, we would call today Licorice’s Gotcha Day. Which is always a different day than their birthday, even if we don’t know the actual day of birth… so they are ensured to get two official Day of the Dogs per year :)

    Not that every day isn’t the Day of the Dog, of course (hee hee!)

    Congratulations for landing in the best forever home ever, Licorice!

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    Jane September 11, 2010 at 12:51 pm #

    Awww! She’s adorable, and they are so related to my dog who also does a lot of sqeuakeroctomy. lol! I guess it’s really part of their nature, but they are adorable nonetheless.

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    Sharon September 11, 2010 at 1:19 pm #

    Licorice definitely found “her people.” Enjoy the day.

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    meghann September 11, 2010 at 2:05 pm #

    Licorice is definitely good “people”. I would have put her in my purse if I thought I could get away with it. Something tells me you would have noticed though.

    I’m proud of you all too, for getting a rescue dog, and one that was a “fixer upper” for lack of a better term. Our dog was one of those too, and with a lot of love and hard work, she is now a beautiful dog with an amazing disposition. I think they’re rough start makes them much more grateful when they find a real loving home.

    Chip sends Licorice Happy Doggiversary wishes!

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    KG September 11, 2010 at 2:40 pm #

    Ok so sadly I’m not a dog person- but if I were I’d want a Licorice clone. She’s adorable! But you must have miscalculated… a YEAR already since you got her??? NOT POSSIBLE! Where has the times gone???

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    karen September 11, 2010 at 2:50 pm #

    I love this story. Your story. :-)

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    Karate Mom September 11, 2010 at 3:42 pm #

    I love, love, love dogs and I’m so happy that Licorice is happy, healthy, adorable and spoiled at your house!
    Happy Dogiversary!

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    Brooke September 11, 2010 at 4:51 pm #

    Yes, everyday is doggy day! At house we celebrate our puppies birthday AND adoption day! The kids insist on it! :)

    Happy Doggyanniversary!

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    Sara Padrusch September 11, 2010 at 6:19 pm #

    I love reading about how those 13lbs have had such an impact on the lives of each family member and have especially loved reading the story of Licorice, the neglected dog who learned to play with toys.

    xoxo
    Sara

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    Heather September 11, 2010 at 6:48 pm #

    So glad your family and Licorice found each other (so that of course now she’s a member of your family.) That photo, and the stories, as always, are too darn cute.

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    StacyQ September 11, 2010 at 7:52 pm #

    She’s wonderful, and the part about her only chewing her own toys is incredible! Yipppeee for clever canines!

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    Sheppitsgal September 12, 2010 at 5:05 am #

    You forgot to mention that one of her slave/humans assists her with Twitter updates as well – that may possibly equate to ‘World’s Most Spoilt Dog’ x

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    Nelson's Mama September 12, 2010 at 11:50 am #

    I’m so happy that Licorice has found the wonderful home she deserves!

    Love the sneezing…Nelson does that when he’s happy and to get attention too, not sure what that’s all about!

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    Stimey September 12, 2010 at 1:51 pm #

    Hooray! When the right dog finds the right people, and vice versa, things tend to work out. Happy Dog Day!

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    Cele September 12, 2010 at 11:39 pm #

    Oh now that is a great picture of Licorice. Happy Day of the Dog.

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    Leandra September 13, 2010 at 8:16 am #

    I’m so glad to know I’m not the only one who spoils my dog rotten. Hey, I figure it’s a lot easier and cheaper (and sanity saving) than having another baby, right?

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    joaaanna September 13, 2010 at 9:39 am #

    How awesome! For Licorice and your family!

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    Aimee September 13, 2010 at 10:43 am #

    Well, I’m a little late, but I believe in streeeeetching special occasions out anyway. Happy Doggiversary!

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    Katie in MA September 13, 2010 at 1:34 pm #

    It’s hard to remember there was once a time when Licorice was not the center of (your attention/the mayhem/Casa de Mir). Happy Doggiversary!

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    Scottsdale Girl September 13, 2010 at 5:08 pm #

    awwwwwwwww… *heart explodes*

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    Katie Hendrickson September 13, 2010 at 9:50 pm #

    What a great picture of your furriest member of the family! Happy Doggiversity to 13 pounds of cuteness!

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