Promises to Keep

 “To the world you may be just one person, but to your dog you are the world." (my apologies to Dr. Seuss)

Charlotte wasn't friends with our first dog, Maggie. Mags was over two years old when Char was born. For a toddler, our dog was an ever present nuisance with a wet nose and a habit of getting in the way. "Maggie! Go!" was about all Char would say to her.

Maggie was protective of our daughter, but after years of being pushed away, Mags had given up on seeking attention from her. When Char was old enough to want to play with Maggie, Mags was too old to roughhouse or be chased around the backyard. They had to settle on playing with costumes. Mags politely tolerated this.

Neither Char or Maggie were at fault. They may have lived in the same house, but their paths never really met. 

Char regretted that relationship when Maggie passed away. So, Charlotte made us all kinds of promises about what she would do with her next dog. She would help with the bathing, grooming, feeding, and walking. She would buy dog toys and dog treats. They would play dress-up upstairs and wrestle downstairs. She made promise after promise after promise.

You know what? Char has kept every one. We've had Ellie for over five months, and Charlotte has played with her puppy every day. She and "El Pup" run all over the house and roll all over the carpet. 

Ellie smiles and stretches when either Daphne or I open the door to her kennel. When Charlotte opens that same door, you can hear the rapid THUMP THUMP THUMP of Ellie's tail beating a rhythm on the kennel's walls. Ellie loves her girl.

On weekdays, I spend the morning slowly getting Charlotte awake while Daphne takes Ellie for a walk. When they get home, Ellie charges up the stairs to jump on Char's bed.

Enamored with our stories of Maggie seeing snow for the first time, Char couldn't wait for her dog to see it, too. On Sunday morning they both got their chance. Our bedroom door exploded open, and Char cried out, "Guys! Guess what? IT SNOWED!" Daphne and I peeked out of our respective windows and blinked in disbelief. The backyard was covered by a thin, white blanket.

Charlotte bounced down the stairs, "C'MON Guys! Let's get Ellie!" 

Taken unprepared, Daphne needed a few minutes to locate Char's snow pants and winter coat from last year. But the two girls were out there soon enough. Ellie was hesitant for about 30 seconds, and then she flew around the yard. 

Char's goal is to get Ellie to sled down the hill with her. That hasn't happened, yet.

Char's first snow angel of the year was quickly trampled. 

As was her first snowman.

But Ellie was quickly forgiven.

I don't think Char will have any regrets this time around.