…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.
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