Standing On A Chair

Telling it like I see it…

Rants from the Chair: Whiplash

I want to tell you about my new dog, which I kind of inadvertently acquired from my daughter, in the midst of a long-term and major uptick in the care and maintenance of my 91-year-old mother.

Talk about whiplash.

From the depths of anxiety and emotional depletion, to the soaring heights of euphoria over a puppy’s unconditional love, I feel forever changed.

Over the past six weeks, following my mother’s broken hip and subsequent surgery and rehab, there have been times when I’ve come home and just freaking sat in a chair, staring at nothing, unable to read, write or even watch television.

Then came little Vincent.

I call him Vinny.

This little eight pound, eight month old Westie-mix rescue dog is a blonde fur-ball of pure affection, who thinks he is the size of a Great Dane, and I swear to God, has the strength of a Great Dane.   Walking him is an adventure in being literally pulled through the air, and God forbid there should be other dogs in the vicinity, for my little Vinny is fearless and snarling in his attempts to attack.

I hear myself apologizing to other dog-owners for Vinny’s ferociously anti-social behavior.  Some of them reply with a “No problem!” But others look at me with a scowl that says, “You’re a very shitty mom.”

A couple of times his exuberance, combined with his extraordinary strength, has knocked the leash right out of my hand and I’ve found myself running around like a deranged monkey trying to grab hold of him again.

But the best part of Vinny?

He loves people.

He is the most affectionate, loving and demonstrative dog I have ever known.  He literally presses himself against me as if to try to get closer than even possible.

And don’t even get me started on his cuteness.  It’s awwwww inspiring.  Know what I mean?

So now, when I come home and sit in a chair, it’s no longer about staring out into nothing. 

It’s all about that little blonde boy who is cradled in my arms, staring up at me with that gorgeous puppy face full of love.

Sigh.

Thank you, my sweet daughter Farrah.

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August 22, 2012 - Posted by | Animal Stories | , , , , , , ,

3 Comments »

  1. I can feel your happiness. What wonderful therapy! Hugs!

    Comment by Becky | August 22, 2012 | Reply

  2. Jill, this sounds like I could have written it!!! I am so happy for you because I know how much happiness and, dare I say, joy my little Ozzy has brought me! We definitely have to do a doggie play date… Funny, Ozzy thinks he’s a Great Dane too! Yet another male with “short man syndrome.” LOL!!!

    Comment by Peggy | August 22, 2012 | Reply

  3. Nothing better than unconditional love. Can’t wait to meet the new man in your life!

    Comment by Lin | August 22, 2012 | Reply


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