Sunday, December 30, 2012
Owning an Irish setter means...
…learning to love winter almost as much as the breed does.
…never having blueberry muffins on a Sunday morning with your coffee, unless your dog is outside and out of scent.
…coming home from work to a joyfully prancing “pony” who acts like you’ve been gone a month.
…seeing utensils and catfood cans licked clean and scattered around the house.
…having stuffed animals, kongs, bones, squeaky toys, and balls scattered throughout your house.
…witnessing the small white crystalline snowflakes melt on your dog’s ginger-colored muzzle in the house, and wondering if an artist could ever catch anything so sublime.
…giving up your favorite couch to your dog, because she’s so cute when she curls up there and you don’t want to disturb her, so you go to the less comfortable couch and make do, or simply kick her off.
…walking every single day of your life, and hoping you never get sick, or if you do, having an alternative dog walker.
…planning your free time around your dog’s walking schedule.
…spending a lot of money and comparison shopping on ice traction gizmos for boots.
…noticing what other dog owners use for their boots, and not being shy about asking how they work and where they got them. (REI makes a hardy pair, I hear. I’m eager to check them out!)
…teaching your dog the “wait” command, even though most times it seems futile.
…getting into the exuberance of life most Irish setters have and loving it.
…getting used to your dog hopping on tables because she’s used to grooming tables. (What? I thought you wanted to groom me?)
…getting into the meditation that comes with grooming her beautiful long coat, seeing the lustrous shine after stripping dead hairs and brushing until there are no more tangles.
…reserving hours at a time to give her a bath at least once a month, brushing her until her coat is dry.
…never having to say you’re sorry you ever got her.