My Mother is Crazy!
My mother is crazy about a lot of things, but what she is most crazy about is her little dog, Bennie. Bennie is the family dog, as my mom lives with my sister and her family in Pennsylvania. My sister has to deal with the craziness in person, but I only have to deal with it only on the telephone and vacations!
Mom was visiting with me several years ago for a few months, when she got news that that the family dog, Daisy, a white poodle, had died. She was 15 and it was expected, but still a shock to my Mom who felt bad she couldn't say goodbye.
I was editing Animal Tracks at the time, and one day for the pet adoption page I received a picture of Bennie, who was up for adoption at Second Chance & Happy Tails. Something about him touched me, and I got the bright idea that maybe Mom should find a new family pet while here. So I called my sister to okay the plan and then told Mom, who, like she usually does for any occasion, thinks of a million reasons why something will go terribly, horribly wrong.
But I made her go check out Bennie. He was so tiny and pitiful-looking, the kind of dog you’d just want to hold forever. Inge Irby told me he was a stray that was attacked by a Chow before he came to her. We went to meet him, and he was so shy! He trembled all over and wouldn’t even walk. She, of course, fell in love and adoption arrangements were made. I’m surprised she didn’t assume his legs were deformed since we never did see him walk that day.
To make a long story short, he made it to Pennsylvania and blossomed into a dog full of life and personality. He is my Mom’s entire focus and she loves him more than my sister or me. That’s a GOOD thing. LOL. My sister’s life is very hectic and busy, and of course, my Mom thinks she doesn’t do what she should be doing when it comes to just about every aspect of her life. One time, my sister and family left the house and forgot to let Bennie back in from their fenced-in yard. Mom lost her mind and my phone burned with news of my sister's unforgivable sin. Mom became obsessed with the notion that they would now forget to let him in ALL the time and poor Bennie would freeze into a Popsicle just like Lot’s wife turned into a pillar of salt. So she insisted on getting a little dog house to keep on the back porch so Bennie could find comfort in the horrible hour or so he might have to spend outside if not let back in before his wee-wee dried.
But then, a new thought(worry). She fretted that maybe he would be too STUPID to go into the dog house and he'd still freeze. She’d call and say “What if he won’t go in it? What if they leave him out again? Blah, blah, blah, blah blah. I told her dogs aren’t people, they have fur, and that even the dumbest dog knows how to go into a shelter. Good grief! But Mom ain’t happy unless she’s worrying herself - or one of her daughters.
Mom got the dog house and guess what? Bennie LOVES it. He wants to be in it ALL the time! Is Mom happy? Ha! Yes and no. Yes that he won’t freeze to death (she’s added a layer of bedding; I’m surprised she didn’t order a heating system), but also upset that “he’s OUT THERE all the time.” She’ll say to me on the phone, “Guess where Bennie is?” I think she’s a bit miffed he would rather be out there than in with her.
But is it over? Nah. One day, she saw him in the yard just sitting there, “and it was so windy his little ears were just blowing back.” I’m surprised she didn’t put a ski mask on him. Which brings me to my next bright idea: I bought him a little coat, more for her than for him, because I think he's smothered enough. It was a coat that would be rain-resistant as well, because I know how Mom's mind works. When it arrived in the mail, she called. Did she tell me how cute it was? Say thank you? NO. She said it was “too small” and that the material would “keep the cold in and be cold against his ‘skin.’”
&*^%$#@@!!! Did I give up? No, I'm dumber than Bennie, I guess. I bought a different style in a bigger size that is in the care of the U.S. Postal Service as we speak. I’ll let you know what is wrong with that one as soon as I get the urgent call.
Picture above is of Bennie in his too-small, inadequate dog coat.
posted by Sandy at 1/23/2007 11:26:00 AM