I didn’t think it was possible, but we’re settling into being a three-dog family. (If you’re keeping score at home, we also have a baby and four cats. And are crazy.)
Peaches has been with us since October 20 (which was great, because that was just a few days before our families came into town and we had Soren’s first birthday party, so our house was pretty chaotic). Of course, her stay with us was intended to be temporary, but you know how that goes.
(For the record, I haven’t always ended up keeping animals. When I got Xochitl, who was a pregnant stray, Ben and I agreed that we’d keep either mom or one kitten. We kept mom and two kittens, which resulted in us having six cats for several years. But! We did adopt out two kittens, one boy and one girl, to two of Ben’s super-cool coworkers. Giving up those cats, even though I knew it was the best, was very, very hard for me.)
I suspect that most dogs are, at the very core of their being and above all else, gigantic dorks. Peaches is no exception. She’s a gigantic dork who just wants to be loved. I don’t know what you’ve heard about Rottweilers or what you think about them, but she is the most intelligent, loving, people-oriented dog I’ve ever known (and I’ll be honest — I was a little intimidated by her at first and nervous about having a Rottweiler around a baby). She’s incredibly gentle with Soren, who likes to play with her leash (she’s leashed in the house because we’re still working on the no-going-after-cats thing), “pet” her (as much as a 1-year-old is capable of “petting” a dog), and crawl around under her like she’s London Bridge. She’s great with the other dogs — Coltrane, who is the biggest dork in the world and completely lacks dog social skills, and Sadie, who is 1/12th her size but acts like she’s the biggest, baddest, fiercest dog in all the land.
The cats thing is a work in progress, but I think we’re making progress. She’s still learning that it’s not cool to knock over the baby gate, accidentally sit on Soren, or steal and eat half a loaf of homemade bread. Overall, though, she’s doing very well for a dog who seems to have never been in a house before.
The cool thing is that Peaches has made us (well, mostly Ben) better people for Coltrane and Sadie. We knew a Rottweiler would need daily exercise, which she has gotten since being with us. Now Coltrane and Sadie also get daily exercise, which, honestly, didn’t happen before. (Ben has had to drill a couple new holes in his belt because he’s lost so much weight running with the dogs every day. Must be nice!)
I guess we’re now hard-core, official, Colorado dog people. (People in Colorado are really into their dogs.) I just hope Soren doesn’t get made fun of for being “animal boy” or anything when he’s older.