Once upon a time, I was in high school.
And I wanted a dog.
I’ve always loved dogs, ever since my first pug named Muffy. Muffy and I would ride around in my pink Barbie convertible, up and down the driveway day in and day out.
But when high school came, I didn’t just want a family dog. I wanted my dog. A dog of my own.
The day I saw the tiny faces of Rascal and Princesses, our two rat terriers, I knew it was meant to be.
Princess was mine.
Rascal was Danielle’s.
I spent hours in the garage with them as puppies, holding them and talking to them during the cold winter nights. I got up at 5 a.m. when they cried and greeted them every day after school first thing.
They had Christmas stockings and special treats on Christmas morning. Summers included leftover steak or burgers from the grill, and breakfast tacos after skiing on Sunday mornings. I dragged them around the neighborhood on walks and even had an incident with a bush and two leashes one weekend during college summer break while my parents were out of town. Rascal loved to look for rabbits and Princess loved when the driveway was in sight.
And even though I’ve got my own family, and my own Babies now, I loved them.
Without them, it feels like the last thread of my childhood finally snapped. My parent’s backyard will be foreign without two black and white spotted faces at the fence. Although Princess passed a few years ago, Rascal held on until last weekend.
So tonight when Bear poops on the paper just as I’m about to eat dinner or Bitty follows me around snarling because I’m off schedule, I won’t groan or whine.
I’m just happy that they’re still mine.
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