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About a Boy and His Part Time Dogs

3/19/2015

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Last spring, Stephen and I made the decision to get another puppy for pretty much the same reason that we decided to have a second child (27 years ago:). I remember we were halfway through the winter of 1987. I  was sitting cross legged on a pile of lego blocks that were digging into my thighs and looking over the top of a Fisher Price doll house at a two year old pixie blonde who was alternately entreating me in stanzas of I love you, you love me and saying things like "I'll be the mommy and you be the baby" and "Let's pretend . . ." and I thought I am not doing this one more winter . . .this girl needs a sister. Similarly, last year, long about the third month of virtual isolation in the longest and most brutal Michigan winter on record, I looked at my four year old Boxer, Merlot, rope toy hanging from his drooping jowls, imploring me with his big brown eyes to play some more tug of war and I thought this guy needs a sister. I am not entertaining him one more winter! And, indeed, I did not.

We found Riesling at an Amish farm on the edge of Ohio, and brought her home early last September, just in time for the Autumn chill. Just around that same time, my daughter in Colorado was deciding that she had taken on too much in the the dog she'd enthusiastically inherited from a friend several months earlier. She conveyed this to me on numerous occasions while she breathlessly chased the dog through the neighborhood or hurriedly swept the fur from the kitchen floor before the baby crawled through it again. So just about the time Riesling was in, Miya was out, and five year old Mackenzie was sad. Thus, Riesling became her dog (and her baby brother's) -- the one that stayed at Grandmommy and Poppa's -- and she is registered as Mackenzie's Amish Riesling.  

On the subject of grandchildren, they are the second reason that we decided to bring another Boxer home.  If you're not familiar with the breed, allow me to take an aside here and illustrate how truly remarkable these dogs are.  On the occasion of his first meeting with my grandson, I fell madly in love with Merlot all over again. Levi was about 8 months old when my daughter brought him to Michigan for a visit. She sat him down on the living room floor to play with some rubber cars and I was wary. The last time the babies had come to Michigan, Merlot had been a gamboling, oversized puppy under the misconception that Mackenzie was a fellow puppy creature, and in his attempts to play with her, he kept knocking into her and knocking her over. I had been impatient and cross with him. Levi had been a newborn and we never put him down around the dog. On this second occasion, Merlot had matured, although he still very much wanted to play (Boxers never outgrow puppy play). Levi sat with his cars all around him, and Merlot approached tentatively. I was ready to jump in, but held back to see what he would do. It was magical, almost ethereal, that boy and his dog moment that I witnessed. Merlot first sat down near him, an unmistakable curiosity for the boy, and yearning to share the cars, but with the calmest reserve I had witnessed from this typically quivering bundle of energy. He moved closer, wanting those cars, looking into the boy's eyes. He lay down, snout in paws, stars in his doggy eyes, but never touched a car, although his eyes continued to scan the array of them surrounding the baby on the floor. He moved closer, to Levi's obvious delight, who patted his snout with both hands and laughed. And then, Levi very deliberately and thoughtfully picked up a red car and and held it out. Merlot opened his mouth, and Levi's little hand disappeared out of sight for just the few seconds it took to place that car on Merlot's big, lolling tongue.  And they both laughed. I swear. It gets better. After they went home, we discovered that Levi had left one of his cars behind . . . the red one. We placed it on the book shelf in our living room to remember to send it back, and when Merlot discovered it, he wanted that car.  He wiggled his butt.  He pleaded with his eyes. He whined. Incessantly. Allow me to digress again and tell you that there are only two toys that Merlot has ever not destroyed, given the opportunity and a sufficient amount of time (Boxers are aggressive chewers). One was a little stuffed purple Barney dinosaur given to him by our friends Frank and Windy when he was a puppy, and the other is that little red car that my grandson shared with him, and that we finally relented to give him. If you've ever doubted it, dogs love. Boxers remember and they love deep and true. I'm not exactly sure if it was Frank or Windy that Merlot fell in love with, but Levi definitely has Merlot's heart, and they both have mine.  

When we decided that Merlot would have his very own baby sister, we had very definite hopes and ideas for what that experience would be like -- just as we had with our very own human babies twenty-seven years ago -- except that sometimes adoption affords a few more choices.  We knew exactly what she would look like. Merlot is a brindle with a dark mask. Very suave and handsome. Riesling would be a fawn with a white mask, delicate and sweet, like the Disney girl dogs, feminine and coy with long eye lashes. She would be a little mischievous. They would wrestle and play all day, Merlot being careful and tolerant, as required of a big brother, and they would wear each other out by the day's end, and curl up by the fire together in the evening. They say to make your plans and life happens. We did, and it did, and sometimes things turn out exactly how you plan.
On a final note, timing is everything with pets. And as Stephen and I experienced in our own attempt to raise dogs with babies, it can be extremely challenging (more on that later), so we fully supported Brittany's decision to return Miya . . . Imagine our surprise then, when she started showing up in the family photos again!  As it turns out, the family who originally owned her aren't able to spend enough time with her, so now they just "lend her out now and then". . . it works for everybody.  Levi is a boy with a part-time dog . . . And he loves to Skype with his buddies in Michigan. Life is good.  
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    I'm Aerin Leigh.  I'm a once upon a time teacher and a forever reading cheerleader.  I'm a writer, a reading specialist, and a a believer in the power of words.  I've seen a little of the world, but my first love is Michigan.  I live here with my husband and two spoiled Boxer dogs, Merlot and Riesling.  We're happy empty nesters and we spend a lot of time in our hot tub. . . to stay warm.  Winter is my solace, but Summer has been my teacher and my friend.  I'm an occasional runner, and a constant connoisseur of wine and friendship and gel nails.  Anything that lights up is magic to me . . .  like fireflies, the glow of a storybook moon, Christmas lights under the stars, and my Colorado grandbabies' faces when they see me on Skype.  I embrace quirky things like Feng Shui and Acupuncture and prayer . . . because they just might work.  I'm a survivor of much and of many, but I leave my heart wide open.  My children are my role models, my current passion is possibility, and my God is good. 


    Come follow my leap of faith journey . . . There'll probably be a lot of crazy, but you just might get to witness a soft landing.  
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