I originally posted this on our one-year anniversary with Lucy. That was before we knew of her extensive orthopedic problems, before her two complicated knee surgeries, before she’d learned to sail over fences to discover places a lot more interesting than our yard, before we spent many, many dollars to repair her body and erect taller fencing.
Today, Lucy turns five. We celebrate a life we didn’t anticipate sharing, a life we’ve become grateful to share.
When our adult children came to town Labor Day weekend 2013—two weeks after our fifteen-year-old dog Wilson died—they despaired at our empty nest and gifted us with what they felt was the perfect “filling”—a puppy. My husband Gary was elated. I wanted to curl up into a ball and be taken to an asylum.
When Lucy was brought into the house, all I could think of—as I pasted a smile on my face and screamed with what I hoped sounded like excitement—was how much work she was going to create.
Over the course of thirty-five years, we’ve raised four puppies. Gary might have forgotten, but I knew the drill. Even with obedience training and supervision, Lucy would learn about life mainly through the destruction of property—sofa pillows, socks, underwear, plants, holes dug so deeply in the yard that a visitor asked if we’d had trees removed. Given Gary’s disabilities, the majority of transforming her into a “good” dog would fall on me.
My obsession with wanting to skip the puppy stage of her development caused me two weeks of insomnia and vertigo.
Thank God I found Puppy Kindergarten where every Saturday morning for ten weeks, Lucy had the chance to play with other puppies and sweet Elaine Miksak gave me direction on how to calm the hell down and enjoy my baby girl. For the first month, both Lucy and I returned home after class to take naps. After an hour, I’d awake to find my open mouth drooling on the pillow.
By January, Lucy had grown too large for the class (forty-five pounds), and we found Julie Apostolu, who convinced me Lucy was ready for AKC Canine Good Citizenship (CGC) training. I had no idea what that was, but hoped the eight-week course would help me continue to learn patience and understanding.
The CGC class was held in a clearing in the woods next to the Mendocino Coast Humane Society. The first day, Lucy kept tugging on the leash and gagging. She thought she was at a new Puppy Kindergarten and wanted to be free to play with other dogs. When that didn’t happen, she discovered the pine needles covering the ground hid buried cat poop that could be rooted out while pretending she was deaf to the command, “Leave it!” (She waited to come home to vomit on the carpet.)
The first few weeks of class were brutal. Lucy would not listen, jerked at her leash, and when she got tired, rolled onto her back and refused to move. Julie offered encouragement and direction, but I felt inept and humiliated.
One afternoon, as Lucy headed off for the fiftieth time in one direction while I tried to coax her into another, Julie’s assistant, DeeDee, came to my rescue and took the leash. Her expert handling and swift corrections got Lucy’s attention. I watched in awe as my dog looked at her and obeyed commands. Tears filling my eyes, I wanted to get into my car and drive away.
Eight weeks after we started CGC training—Lucy was nine months old—came the test. The dogs had to do things like heel (yeah, right), sit and stay (maybe), down (Lucy liked to lie down because it put her closer to the cat poop), and remain calm when left with a stranger (this would be easy—she loves everyone). All of this had to happen without benefit of treat reinforcement.
We were doomed.
My anxiety grew as I watched others go through the course while Lucy jerked on her leash and gagged. While we were on deck, she calmed down to watch the dog being tested. I looked at her sitting with such dignity and my heart surged with love. I crouched and hugged her, petting her neck and chest, and whispered, “I don’t care if we pass. I love you and am so proud of you. Let’s have fun with this.”
Lucy rose to the occasion, messing up on only a couple of things. At the end of the course, I had to hide behind a crop of redwoods while she stayed with a stranger for a couple of minutes. When I was called back, Julie held out her hand—“Congratulations, she passed.”
“What? Really?” I grabbed Julie in a hug and howled with laughter.
I looked at Lucy who sat wearing her calm snowy fur like a halo. “Good girl! Good, good girl!”
I wish I could say from that moment on, Lucy sprang from puppyhood to maturity, but no. She’s a work in progress, a spirit we enjoy despite or maybe because of her quirks (pretending she’s deaf to commands, the ability to destroy any toy in less than twenty-four hours, and a need to prune fuchsia bushes).
Since CGC, we’ve taken at least 30 weeks of other classes (Rally Obedience, Jumps and Tunnels, Nose Work) where we learn, have fun, and meet wonderful people and dogs.
I’m happy that our empty nest has been filled with fresh, rambunctious life and grateful to our children who filled a need we didn’t know we had.
Kate, I LOVED this! And, I don’t know how you and Gary have done this – 4 puppies over 35 years! Rita and I (because of me 😦 ) have had only 1 puppy in 47 years! But I share many of the same feelings. But now that our “puppy” is 7 1/2 years old, I couldn’t live without him!
Thank you Darald. Over the years, I thought I could never live without a dog. When Wilson died, I entertained the thought that our dog days were over. It’s a good thing our kids thought differently. Keep enjoying that puppy of yours!
Simply wonderful, Miss Kate!
I love Lucy and you know my boy does, too. So glad she has such a devoted mommy!
She is truly special. There’s just something about her….
Hi, Kate. The picture says it all. “I came, I ate poop, I got my ribbon anyway. I love being a dog!” How lucky we are to get the added bonus of another great blog item. Thanks so much for all the enjoyment.
Thank you Cathy. We love our kooky girl!
The dogs in the last picture are all thinking, “I want to do thaaaat.” Another great Lucy/Kate story. May we have many more. Thanks for the grins.
Yes, Katy, all dogs are jealous of Lucy’s rebellious behavior.
You are BLESSED in so many ways with Lucy – love the last photo – Enjoy her 🙂 Thanks so much for sharing Lucy with your readers – a true joy and pleasure!
We are blessed. Thank you for your wonderful words.
OMG!! …I was rollin’ in tears..from laughing so hard, after reading this!!
I love it when people exude deep passion–especially when it’s about a Taco Bell or a Dollar Store!
Having read this I thought it was rather enlightening.
I appreciate you spending some time and energy to put this content
together. I once again find myself personally spending way too
much time both reading and posting comments. But so what, it was still
Patience incarnate in that purple hat….
Lucy is a real cutie! And a lucky dog!