Before Maple came into my life I was actually afraid of dogs. Then why did I get one? Well, my reasoning for getting a dog was a combination of many things. Firstly, I was at a place in my life when I wanted to do something completely outside of my comfort zone. A dog seemed like a great new challenge. Actually it was either a dog or a nose ring. Luckily for everyone around me, I chose a dog. A nose ring would probably not have been that appealing. (I still kind of want to pierce my nose though)
My journey to acquire a dog began when I grew a fondness for my girlfriend’s golden doodles, Penny and Ginger. They were so friendly and fluffy and seemed to add so much to her family. Members of my husbands family had also purchased golden doodles and they seemed very satisfied. As a small experiment, I dog sat for them and it went well. Soon after, my twelve year old son began to express an interest in getting a dog. We then did some preliminary research. Only, I then needed to convince my husband. It took a little extra work but I promised to be the primary caretaker for our animal. We then set out in search of our little Maple.
We found a breeder in Southern Ontario. I specified to her that I wanted a smaller, female golden doodle puppy. She mentioned that she would only have one available in six months. That seemed like a good amount of time to prepare psychologically for the animal that was coming to live in my human habitat. Then three weeks later the breeder phoned me to say a puppy had become available. Without her knowledge, one of the dogs had been pregnant and there was an unexpected litter. Sometimes the universe sends us messages. I just knew MY dog was in that litter.
We picked up Maple the day after my eldest son’s twelfth birthday. What a great present. Although I had seen pictures of the pups, she was even cuter than I had expected. She looked like a five pound stuffed animal. While my husband and son went moto cross racing, I went and picked up the dog with my two other children. We got caught on the 401 in a street closing due to an explosion and what was supposed to be a forty five minute drive ended up taking two hours. There I was alone with two kids and the my new pet. Someone told me that this was also a very good sign. I believe in signs.
The first year was not easy. There were times when I asked myself, “what have I done?” Maple Christened every one of our carpets with poop, pee and vomit. She chewed up my hands with her baby teeth. She attacked me while I attempted to walk her and tore holes into my clothing. Emergency trips to the vet were made on a regular basis. All this for an animal. But she was cute and cuddly and sweet and she made us all so happy with her puppy face.
Maple has become my loyal companion, she gives so much yet only expects food, water and exercise in return. That’s how simple our relationship is. Simple and beautiful.
Two years ago, I would have never stepped foot in a dog park, now I pet the dobermans and give treats to the pit bulls. They lick my face.
We walk three times a day in rain, sleet and snow. Everyday I go out with my dog I meet all kinds of dog owners,. We might all be from different walks of life but we all have one thing in common, our dogs.
My journey to acquire a dog began when I grew a fondness for my girlfriend’s golden doodles, Penny and Ginger. They were so friendly and fluffy and seemed to add so much to her family. Members of my husbands family had also purchased golden doodles and they seemed very satisfied. As a small experiment, I dog sat for them and it went well. Soon after, my twelve year old son began to express an interest in getting a dog. We then did some preliminary research. Only, I then needed to convince my husband. It took a little extra work but I promised to be the primary caretaker for our animal. We then set out in search of our little Maple.
We found a breeder in Southern Ontario. I specified to her that I wanted a smaller, female golden doodle puppy. She mentioned that she would only have one available in six months. That seemed like a good amount of time to prepare psychologically for the animal that was coming to live in my human habitat. Then three weeks later the breeder phoned me to say a puppy had become available. Without her knowledge, one of the dogs had been pregnant and there was an unexpected litter. Sometimes the universe sends us messages. I just knew MY dog was in that litter.
We picked up Maple the day after my eldest son’s twelfth birthday. What a great present. Although I had seen pictures of the pups, she was even cuter than I had expected. She looked like a five pound stuffed animal. While my husband and son went moto cross racing, I went and picked up the dog with my two other children. We got caught on the 401 in a street closing due to an explosion and what was supposed to be a forty five minute drive ended up taking two hours. There I was alone with two kids and the my new pet. Someone told me that this was also a very good sign. I believe in signs.
The first year was not easy. There were times when I asked myself, “what have I done?” Maple Christened every one of our carpets with poop, pee and vomit. She chewed up my hands with her baby teeth. She attacked me while I attempted to walk her and tore holes into my clothing. Emergency trips to the vet were made on a regular basis. All this for an animal. But she was cute and cuddly and sweet and she made us all so happy with her puppy face.
Maple has become my loyal companion, she gives so much yet only expects food, water and exercise in return. That’s how simple our relationship is. Simple and beautiful.
Two years ago, I would have never stepped foot in a dog park, now I pet the dobermans and give treats to the pit bulls. They lick my face.
We walk three times a day in rain, sleet and snow. Everyday I go out with my dog I meet all kinds of dog owners,. We might all be from different walks of life but we all have one thing in common, our dogs.
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