This week’s Guest Blogger: Wednesday’s Child

I am pleased to feature Patti M Wilson, mom and dog-person, as this week’s guest blogger.  She, like a lot of us, writes what she feels.  She shares stories and observations she has learned about joys, sorrows, and Life along her journey.  Where in childhood she had a reasonable fear of dogs, she tells a story of overcoming that fear.   I hope you will enjoy this introduction to her blog as much as I have.  Welcome to the pack!

I have never been a dog person. My mother was bitten by a German Sheppard when she was just a child and her lifelong fear of dogs was a gift she easily passed on to me. Growing up, friends’ dogs always picked up my fear. While most dogs more or less ignored me just as much as I carefully ignored them, I did get growled at and snapped at from time to time, and it always terrified me. On one memorable occasion, a friend’s dog managed to nip me in the butt (I, running in horror, away from the house) when I came knocking on her door. To be fair, I understand now that I was infringing on his territory, although I didn’t see things that forgivingly at the time.

I was always one of those people who felt that dogs should be seen – ideally from a distance and separated by a fence – and not heard. My fear was legendary. Years later, when I called an old school friend to tell her that I had met and married my second husband after many, many years of being on my own; after I had gone on and on about how wonderful he was; how happy I was; how much his dog liked me; and so on; all she had to say when I had finished talking was: “Patti Moore?? Owns a dog?!”

My reconciliation with the canine species was a gradual process: my daughter always wanted a dog, but as a single Mom who had to travel a lot for work, that was not something (to my great relief, I admit) that was ever going to happen. When she was 12 years old, she asked if she could at least volunteer to walk dogs at our local SPCA. My job was to drive her there, and (of course) to pick up the poop. She cared for the dogs (they all adored her and obeyed her every command); I carefully ignored them as much as was possible under the circumstances.

And then came my first dog – by marriage. My daughter was ecstatic: he quickly became the love of her life. But the real surprise was his relationship with me: he was a fairly big dog – a Briard – both territorial and quick to bark at strangers. From day one, however, Fernand adopted me and decided that it was his role in life to protect me from every real and imagined danger.

I had no idea how much I had changed until the day my husband and I were out walking (with Fernand, of course) and witnessed a big black Labrador being hit by a car across the street. We heard his owner’s terrified scream an instant before we heard the thud and screech of tires. Within seconds, we could see the dog getting shakily to his feet and shrinking away from his owner: her scream must have scared him badly; he acted as though he thought he was in trouble and he refused to approach her.

I didn’t think; I just acted. Running across the road as soon as it was safe to do so, I went down on one knee, reached out one hand and called softly: “Come here, sweetie.” Tail down but wagging ever so slightly, he did come to me, and I gently held onto his collar until his tearful owner could get to us. I didn’t realise what a monumental thing I had done until I glanced across the street and saw my husband standing with Fernand, feet rooted to the spot and jaw hanging open.

Our second dog, Buddy, loves me (well, to be fair, he loves everyone) to distraction. Although he weighs in at around 70 pounds, his favourite place to curl up is my lap. He follows me everywhere and when we walk together in the house, his teeth usually very gently cover my hand – or at least a finger or two. To our cat’s disgust, he also tries to lovingly envelop her head with his teeth in the very same manner. His most abject demonstration of love is to bare every single one of his teeth (I call them his ‘toofers’) in an awesome spectacle of canine adoration.

After a lifetime of being so afraid, it is such a gift to me to be able to approach most dogs with the same happy excitement they now show me. I find it hard to believe that for such a huge part of my life, I had excluded doggies as the potential friends that they are…

Patti Moore Wilson/© wednesdayschildca.wordpress.com 

 

Guest Bloggers Wanted!

In the tried and true SHAMELESS BEGGING fashion as mentored by EVERYONE HAS THE BEST TITLES ,   I am asking for submissions to be a guest on my blog!

• dog stories
• stories about life
• unbelievable images
• funny videos
• observations as a dog-person

Add a few details about you,  how you got started and what your blog is about.

Disclaimer: I will post it exactly as written

I only ask:

1.  no politics, even if your local or federal representative is a mangy cur – we don’t disparage our canine friends that way!
2.  as I am a “recovering Sailor”, please,  no cussing (f-bombs).
3.  nothing your mama would scold you for saying.

Send me a link to your post at notdonner9@gmail.com

I will publish future Guest Posts on Thursdays under the Guest category, Hair of the Dog.