March 14, 2007

The Little Newton

It’s been crazy here. The usual stuff around the house… volunteer work, regular work, kids, preparation for Bones’ First Holy Communion, and then of course a dog.

Issak is the sweetest dog. He came named and I don’t know about the spelling, but it is what it is. My Mom calls him, ‘the little Newton’. I will probably take to calling him Sir Isaac.

This dog is IN LOVE with me. In love. Wait. Did I say it? Yes. In love. To put it one way, my eldest asked me on Monday, “So Mom, what’s it like to have a breathing, moving shadow that you have to feed?” That’s pretty much it.

If I move left, the dog is at my heel and moves left. If I move right, he moves right. He is stuck to me like glue. It gives a whole new meaning to the puppy love thing. I know where they’re coming from. And the expression, “He follows her around like a puppy”?

Yeah. Got it now.

I never was the type of woman that men fell all over. I never had a guy that ‘followed me around like a puppy’. I’m a strong personality, obviously, and I gravitate towards strong men. So I totally did not identify with the expression.

On any level.

Until now.

Good grief.

It is funny, but I have been lonely. Getting this dog has been more about me than the boys. The boys wanted one, but I needed one, if that makes sense. I needed something small I could love. I needed something that could still show it loved me. I needed another heartbeat in the house.

My boys are growing up. And where I know I will not be able to fill the void when they leave me, I just felt a dog would help me with the transition.

So much thought went into this. I wanted a dog that was around 2 years old. I don’t want a baby mammal anything ever again. No crying at night. No teething. No potty training.

I wanted a dog that would last awhile...something that the boys could grow up with, but would still be with me when they left. If all goes well, I have another 12 or so years with this little guy.

I wanted a smaller dog so that I could pick it up if it was sick and I had to take it to the vet. I didn’t want a dog with back or hip problems that I couldn’t get into my vehicle. And although I am strong now, I don’t know what my future has in store for me, and 10 years from now, it could be a different story.

And when I heard of the woman that had this particular dog, it just ‘felt’ right. And so we did it. And I am happy.

What have I learned? Show dogs don’t go to the bathroom when on a leash. That took two days for me to figure out, poor little guy! Finally in an act of desperation, I said a quick prayer and unhooked him, only to find him sniffing all over my yard looking for the perfect place.

He will pee while on a leash if my boys hold the leash. If I’m holding it, he’s at my heels and won’t do anything but sit or walk. We’re working on it. I’ve gotten instructions from the original owner on how to train him to ‘pee on the lead’.

He LOVES me and tolerates everyone else. The second morning, my husband took him out one last time before we went to work and my son came running in saying, “we can’t get Issak in!” I walked out to see him sitting there in the bushes, head cocked, looking at my husband as if saying, “Are YOU talkin’ to ME?” I said, “Issak!” and BOOM!, he was at my feet.

Muwhahahahaha! To have the power!!!

He is deathly afraid of doors. Something must’ve happened to him, because to get him to go outside can take quite a lot of coaxing.

He had never been in a screened enclosure before. I took him out onto our screened in back porch the 2nd day and he looked at my big back yard, bounded for it and BOING! he bounced off the screen and looked at me rather stunned.

Now when he gets near the screening, he does like he does near the doors… he crouches low like a lion in the grass and creeps towards it. It’s very funny.

He is sleeping at my feet as I type this. We love him and I can only hope he learns to love us just as much.

Sir Isaac from the front:
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Sir Isaac from the side:
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Posted by Boudicca at March 14, 2007 09:15 PM | TrackBack

He is a cutie. And I know exactly what you mean about that lonely feeling and something to love. And with a dog, it is so unconditional, it's unexplainable!

Posted by: Sissy at March 14, 2007 09:45 PM

I have just two words for you:

"Dog Whisperer"

Posted by: Flam at March 15, 2007 05:55 AM

ooh he is cute and smoochy!

I sense one of these in your future....
Yes, my princess has one too.

Posted by: caltechgirl at March 15, 2007 06:18 AM

Very precious!

Posted by: vw bug at March 15, 2007 06:25 AM

I'm glad he loves you.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at March 15, 2007 07:21 AM

He is absolutely adorable!!!!!!!!!!

And that unconditional love thing .... non-dog people just don't understand it.

Just wait until you start to refer to him as your kid.

The smaller ones are better because you can pick them up and smooch all over them and cuddle with them when you nap.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at March 15, 2007 08:15 AM

Fuzz therapy is the best! And as the saying goes, "I hope to be half the person my dog thinks I am."

Caltech girl is right - you gotta get one of those. For a little one like Isaac, they have platforms with the harness as well. Let's them look out the windows.

Posted by: jck at March 15, 2007 08:29 AM

Awww! He's your little buddy! Sounds like you got him for the same reasons Anita got her little pooch. Very cute. My son follows me around like a puppy for now...

Posted by: Marie at March 15, 2007 03:40 PM

He's a real cutie...but when I took a second look, all I could think was...all that will be all over the house!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at March 15, 2007 06:37 PM

love your site...
my Riley Boy loves me like that...he's always at my feet, or under them. Loves me, loves me, loves me... it's a great feeling, isn't it?

Posted by: holder at March 15, 2007 07:12 PM

Yes, he is a cutie. But he does need to learn to mind the boys too - even if it is fun to watch him listen only to you *grin*. Flam - whoever that might be - has an excellent suggestion. Do watch the Dog Whisperer.

If Sir Isaac thinks that he's higher in the "pack" than the boys - he will start trying to bite them. It's a dog thing.

Oh and unless he runs into some unexpected trouble - he'll probably be around for 15 to 17 more years. Our Border Collie lived to be 17 and smaller dogs are generally longer lived than larger ones.

Posted by: Teresa at March 15, 2007 09:05 PM

Awwwwww... What a sweetie! Good for both of you!

Posted by: Richmond at March 15, 2007 09:21 PM

Very cute doggie - enjoy!

Posted by: Lisa W. at March 16, 2007 12:30 PM