We have another baby in our house. I’d like you to meet Rhett….
Every boy needs a dog… right?
Well, after much begging and pleading and promising to take the best care of him EVER — and thanks to the kindness of my grandfather, who gave this sweet pup to my kids on our last visit — we are now officially owned by a chocolate and tan Cocker Spaniel puppy. Rhett, who is 13 weeks old (he and I share a birthday), really is a sweet little thing. And the kids just adore him. He lies by my feet when I’m at my desk. He follows me from room to room, and the kids love to play tag with him (Rhett is always “it”). He has an obsession with biting the hem of Lila’s skirt as she runs by, and he’s bound and determined to gnaw on the toys hanging off of Charlotte’s exersaucer. We’ve accidentally stepped back on his paws quite a few times, I’m sorry to say, because he always seems to be silently underfoot. Rhett has met most of the other dogs in our neighborhood, plus a few of the neighbors’ lawns as well. Our poor geriatric kitty is not too fond of his new “friend” just yet, but he certainly is happy with the new selection of food that has accompanied this feisty little animal!
We’ve had Rhett in our home for three weeks. He rings a bell (most of the time) when he has to go outside, and has really responded well to the clicker. His go-crazy-over treat is cheese, and his favorite trick is to sit on the kitchen rug and just stare me down while I make lunch. Desperately hoping I’ll drop a bit of chicken or a bite of bread. He absolutely lives to chase the cat, he frequently snores at my feet, and he loves LOVES LOVES to chew up cords. Specifically, iPhone charging cords and ethernet cables. So far, we are on our fourth ethernet cable since Rhett moved in with us. He knocked our internet out twice today. The folks down at Radio Shack love me.
But look at the smile on my son’s face… it’s worth every chewed up ballet flat and cord I have to replace.
Our little impromptu photo session in the backyard made me think about some of my clients and the pets that I’ve had the honor to photograph over the years. They’re part of the family, after all!
(I WILL have a Great Dane one of these days. Mark my words.)
My sister’s Boxer stayed by her side for two days while she was sick, and he sleeps outside her daughter’s bedroom door every night. I love to hear stories like that! I hope Rhett continues to be Parker’s little companion, listening to his secrets and chasing him around the backyard for years to come.
What about you…. is your pet part of the family? Care to share any of your favorite pet memories with us here today? (And a bit of reassurance that the chewing phase does not last forever?!)