What People Need to Know About Dogs
I'd like to introduce you to my dogs, WD and RT. Their full names are being withheld to protect the innocent (yeah, right!). WD is a 4-year-old Black Lab. We rescued him from the animal shelter when he was 4 months old. He was on his last day. WD is a happy, friendly, highly intelligent Lab. He brings joy to our lives everyday.
RT is a 1 1/2-year-old Chihuahua. He was given to us by a friend who breeds Chihuahuas. He loves to snuggle. Warmth is his greatest friend - other than his "brother" WD, of course. Although I've never wanted a lap dog, we wanted a companion for WD. He was suffering separation anxiety while we were at work during the day. We tossed around the idea of another Lab, but they are, after all, large dogs.
Are You My Brother?
Our first concern when we brought RT home was that WD would be too big and too rough for such a tiny puppy. We were so wrong. As those of you who know and love Labs as we do know, Labs are arguably the most gentle dogs on the planet. WD was curious and concerned when the new puppy came home. As RT grew, he slept against WD for warmth. It was such a sight.
Living Room by Chihuahua
Today, WD and RT are thick as thieves - I mean that literally by the way. We're pretty sure the big one covers for the little one when he steals and/ or shreds. We have already replaced our living room furniture because RT, the Chihuahua, ate it! (When WD was a puppy, he ate the trim on the window stills and door frames. Lowe's love us!) When they go to the "Dog Hotel" we insist that the brothers stay together in the same indoor/outdoor suite.
Our friends and family are amazed that we have a 112 lb Lab and a 14 lb Chihuahua in the same house. (Yes, RT is a bit large for his breed.) But, there are some very important lessons we have learned from these two dogs.
WD and RT
They love unconditionally. We call them brothers because they are brothers in every sense of the word. They love each other regardless of breed, color, or size.
They fight for fun. Wrestling is a daily game played as vigorously as each can handle. They never try to hurt each other. However, WD will sit on RT's head when his hind quarters are getting nipped too hard.
Everyone is their friend. At this point, it is not safe for me to divulge my home address. My dogs will not only greet you, they will let you in, ask you if you'd like a drink, have you take a seat, and bring you toys to play with them. (Burglars, please do not read this!)
They share. They eat from the same bowl. They share the same toys. I will say though that when it comes to petting, its each dog for himself. If one gets a pet, the other is right there for his fair share.
The moral of my story - yes, there is a moral, this is not just a shameless attempt to promote my furry sons. The moral is that people could learn a thing or two from dogs. We could learn to love and not judge others. We could learn to always make life a game. Don't take things so seriously. We could learn to care and nurture each other with little expectation of anything in return. And finally, we can bring joy to the people in our lives by just being ourselves.