Sunday, August 7, 2011

What I Wish For


Daughter: “Mom! Stella nipped me.”
Silk: “Nmmm, nmmm!”
Daughter: “Can’t you make her stop? Stella, quit! Why is she doing this?”
Velcro (disgruntled feline): “Meow! Meow!” and “Meow!”

For two years, I have really missed not having a dog. It was the first time in over 20 years that we hadn’t had one. Now, the reality of living with a puppy and training her is fully eclipsing our lives. Stella is a 16th birthday present for my daughter, who wants to train her to be a therapy dog. The puppy has already been going to the nursing home with us to visit my mom and the other residents, and she obviously loves it. She has a natural attraction to people, whether they are old and in a wheelchair or little and sitting in a stroller. I am very grateful that she has such a sweet and gentle way with everyone.

That said, she is also a puppy. When Stella arrived, she got sick with a parasite called coccidia that probably came from her mother. It’s been a big challenge, involving medication and vomiting in the crate in the middle of the night. Fortunately, she appears to have gotten over it. She has also become more comfortable and settled in as a member of our family. Now, Stella is trying to figure out her place in the pecking order of the pack. She’s testing us, along with teething, and we’ve nicknamed her “piranha pup”.

Meanwhile, out in the barn, some of us are feeling very neglected, with good reason. Each time I come out the back door, instead of heading to fill water buckets or dispense flakes of hay, I now have a little black creature in tow and I’m focused on whether she is peeing or pooping. “Good dog, good job!” doesn’t sound anything like “Good horse!” to my girls, who are standing at the fence, heads hanging over forlornly. Silk is mastering the art of the guilty stare. My husband even came into the family room yesterday and said, “Silk needs you right now.” I rushed out to reassure her that she is still number one in my heart and that this puppy fussing will stop eventually.

Just like when Siete was a foal, we are at a critical stage with this little dog. How we treat her every moment will shape the kind of responses that she will have to everything in the world as she grows up. Doing it now, while she is only fifteen pounds is much easier than when she is 50 or 80 pounds. If I can convince two 1200 pound horses to trust me and respect me and love to spend time with me, I can teach this puppy what she needs to know to navigate through this world happily and successfully.

What I am reminded over and over, even in the middle of the night when Stella wakes us up and has to go out, is that the key to getting along with anyone is your energy. If I am grumpy and resentful about having to stagger outside in the pitch black in my pyjamas at 2 am, the puppy won’t want to “do a good job” and will start getting all revved up and nip at my ankles. When I am as Zen calm as I can possibly be, she will curl up on my foot and sleep while I drink my coffee at 5:30 am.

But just like it felt when I was waking up several times each night and nursing my human baby sixteen years ago, I also remember how exhausted, cranky and fragile I am when I’m sleep deprived. Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.

So, let me go on record that I wish for a harmonious, relaxed home with calm, satisfied people and animals who love each other.

4 comments:

Grey Horse Matters said...

There's no doubt about it training a puppy is hard and tiring work. I'm sure Stella is just showing puppy behaviors and is probably teething that's why she's nipping. It will stop.

It's so nice you're able to bring her to visit your mom and all the other folks at her home. Stella sounds like she's a big hit with everyone there. I'm going to get over there to meet her one of these days. Hopefully, while she's still a pup. Give Silk and Siete a big hug and tell them soon you will be all theirs again.

Lori Skoog said...

Three does not have to be a crowd...I'm sure you have room in your heart for all of them. They just don't get it yet.

How nice, that "Grey HOrse" lives close enough for a visit...did you know each other before all this blogging stuff? There are so many people out there I would love to meet in person...and you are one of them.

Victoria Cummings said...

GHM - We need to eat ice cream at the Creamery SOON and I'll bring the pup.

Lori - Yes, GHM and I laughed about how we start blogging to meet people all around the globe, but then it turns out that we are practically next door neighbors! Just a happy coincidence, and I agree that I'd love to meet you and so many other blogging friends some day. And you're right, the horses and Stella Bella will eventually become pals, I'm sure. It just takes time.

Oak in the Seed said...

We are running a parallel course in puppydom as a 5 month old mixed breed male adopted me from the shelter where I have been volunteering since last October. I will think of you when I am out in the front yard in my pj's at 2 am tomorrow and waiting to say, "Good boy!"
Good luck with Stella-you are right--we will soon be beyond this (including the coccidia) and getting a better night's sleep. I can't wait.zzzzzzzzz