The other night I snuck (freed) my parent’s puppy from his bedtime crate and he fell asleep in the crook of my arm, resting his paw on my stomach. Then we watched HBO together. It was so blissful that I couldn’t move him for hours. I couldn’t move myself.
My parents got two dogs on Friday, each with a unique story. With both kids kicking small colds and with such crappy weather on the weekend horizon, I did it. I packed up both kids and drove for four hours on a rolling country route, passing where Massachusetts meets New York, and where New York meets Sussex County, New Jersey. It’s all so blissful and easy. Scarlet slept through two hours of Des screaming, the lucky girl. She’s very talented but I can top her having slept through Des screaming AND two earthquakes.
It was just so impractical. We were supposed to hit Jersey the previous weekend for my sister’s big surprise party but with Cassidy in so much pain and both kids having either cold or stomach ailments, we could not make it. We are also hitting Jersey next weekend for a wedding. So what possessed me to get in the car on Friday morning? The prospect of seeing my visiting uncle and my nearby grandmother, sure. Very much. I also couldn’t resist the power of saturated puppy time. I think puppies are the purest life forms.
They are wicked cute, playful and loyal from the start. Not only that, when do you get to play with one for hours upon hours?
I’m guessing not often, unless you have one. And even if you do, they grow like liquid through your arms. They change in an instant.
This is Diesel. I call Desmond “Deezy Do” so having a puppy named Diesel confused me a lot. I took to calling him, “Deezy Don’t” or “Deezy Two.” His story starts in Kentucky. His mother’s owner was not pleased to find out she was pregnant and he shot her in the head and left her for dead. Everyone, including me, recoils in horror to hear that story and questions whether that man was found and/or punished. Unfortunately this is about as much as I know about that. I believe someone found the dog and rushed her to the vet where she had an emergency c-section to deliver three babies, before she passed away. The three puppies (all survived) were then sent by many good people up to New Jersey, and my parents were lucky recipients of one of the miracle puppies. Sweet Diesel.
And then there’s Chase. He’s a short-haired collie who was in search of a family. He’s fast as lightning and is a tattle-tale. He seems to be constantly telling us that “Timmy’s in the well!” (Lassie reference) or more realistically – that Scarlet pinched Des or that someone shouted or looked at him the wrong way. We’ve only ever had northern dogs so it’s nice to meet this gentle-natured dog.
The absolute best..is the two of them together.
The delicious mischief, the cuddles, the sound of paw nails clicking on the floor. May they all be so, so happy together.
The morning after we arrived, we visited my 99-year-old grandmother at her home. Unfortunately I didn’t bring my pro camera but the iPhone will do in momentous times like these..
On our second night, my parents had friends over that they have known for years. My uncle remembered a powerful memory of one of the women who came over. After my father died when I was nearly four, many people came over to bring food and help my mom. When my uncle came to Jersey and walked into our house, he remembers seeing Fran playing on the floor with me. I hadn’t seen her in several years. There were also other friends over who had known my mom since before I was born. I was a bit staggered by the amount of history contained in one room. 40-50 years of friendship. And how the history mixed with the new. Not just the pups.
With this guy:
And this girl:
An emotional overload – of the best kind. It always takes me awhile to come down from moments and days like these..