When do dogs quit being pups, or kids become adults, for that matter? Hopefully never, as far as I’m concerned.
Friday morning at the Casa starts like most others, with Mia, Max and I “showing out”, wallering, thrashing, pouncing, flouncing, shovel-heading, all in an attempt to get dad’s attention.
Even though we’re “adult” dogs (yeah, right), we never lose the desire to relax in the presence of someone who we perceive as being a bit more “in control”.
I wonder sometimes if this is the cause of the pain and confusion when these roles are reversed as our parents age.
The kids of the Casa, Zach and Alex(the artist formerly known as Kat) have, for all in tents and porpoises, are pursuing their own lives now; although both have moved out, thankfully they haven’t felt the need to move on. They still continue putting their own particular mark on the Casa, although thankfully doing it with the hiking of a leg is finally starting the lessen in its frequency.
Zach was instrumental in my rescue, and his future wife Tara was the first on the scene when I arrived at the Casa, and Alex and mom were was the first to confront my odifererousness, and this behaviour hasn’t changed. Whenever there is a new addition to the inmate population of the Casa, they continue to ante up and kick in, dad brings ’em home and the fam doctors ’em up. Who do you think volunteered for the nasty job of handpicking the masses of bloated ticks from Stevie? That would be Alex. Then doing the same service for the latest pups? Uh, that would be Alex again. And on the stormy night that Dash was left tied to our trashcan, Zach and Tara just couldn’t wait even one day to come see the little imp, and examples like this are the norm, not the exception.
It is our dream that the Casa del Whackos will always be a place where they can return to when the outside world gets,a little too “adult”; not some sort of insulated NeverneverLand where they don’t have to grow up, but as a place where they always know they have a place as well as a purpose.
And that goes for all of you; as you are all part of this extended family, the Casa is here for you as well.
We be of one blood, ye and I.