Disclaimer #1: Hi! I just want to tell you that this is a sponsored post. But don’t worry, it’s not spammy or anything, promise. Reader’sDigest.ca is the sponsor (they have a Pets section). This is exciting because I remember reading stacks of Reader’s Digest issues when I was a kid! I would also like to call special attention to their Adopting Animal Companions in Need section- they didn’t ask me to do that, I just think it is so important to get the word out to adopt, don’t shop. Yeah for rescues!
Disclaimer #2: I am using this post as an unabashed excuse to post puppy pictures of my dogs, Mickey and Kayloo. PUPPIES!!! Squeee!
People often ask me if having two dogs is as insane as it seems it could be: two dogs to walk/drag through the wind, rain and heat; two squirmy bodies to pay for at the vet; two bobbing tails to keep track of at the dog park; two sets of nasty doo bags to tote around…
Yes. Occasionally it can be a royal drag to have two dogs to chase after (please see “two sets of nasty doo bags” above).
But 99% of the time it. is. awesome. Whether my husband, John and I are watching Kayloo sneakily manipulate Mickey off the best cushion in the living room, or Mickey launching himself down the hallway to bodyslam the back of Kayloo’s head, all we can say to each other is this: I am so glad we have two.
John and I adopted Kayloo when Mickey was 7 months old. Kayloo was 2 1/2 months old. Before Kayloo entered our lives, nearly every night I would watch Mickey play with his reflection in our floor length mirror. He would paw at himself and pad back and forth in his straight-legged puppy march, bonking his fuzzy little head into the glass in his exuberance. Dog Mom Guilt set in: I needed to get this guy a friend.
Once John and I were in agreement that a second dog was in our near future we came up with some criteria:
- Dog #2 would be roughly the same size as Mickey (20-25 lbs);
- Dog #2 would have short hair (ideally something that wouldn’t shed much- ha! ha! ho! hee! ha! ha!);
- Dog breed wasn’t hugely important, just as long as Dog #2 was small-ish.
And so my Petfinder.com stalking began in earnest.
I found a Mickey look-a-like (omg how CUTE!!!)… but she was located a bit further away than we had originally planned on treking. I found Boston Terriers, Chihuahuas, Min Pins and Jack Russels galore. I couldn’t believe how many puppies and pure breeds were available for adoption.
And then we saw Kayloo. Pretty, baby Kayloo. And I was smitten.
But Mickey? Mickey most certainly was not smitten. When it first became clear Kayloo was here to stay Mickey was completely put out. Kayloo would paw at him… Mickey would turn around. Kayloo would fall in a clumsy play bow in his honour… Mickey would walk away. If Mickey could have pulled off a “talk to the hand,” I’m sure he would have.
- Kayloo started out the same size as Mickey but grew to a svelte 50lbs;
- She has short hair alright, but oh does that dog shed (ah well);
- As far as breed, she’s a pittie crossed with an Australian Cattle dog and a few other things- but just as with all the other criteria we thought were important to us, breed doesn’t mean a lick when you fall head over heels in love.
Eventually Mickey got over his jealousy and Kayloo stopped sitting on him. Mickey let go of his oath to ignore that blasted Kayloo until the day he died… and Kayloo stopped sitting on him.
And now they play. They wrestle, and chew on each other, and play keep away, and engage in epic games of tug-of-war. They fight sometimes, I’d say there is usually a squabble of some sort every day or two… but they also groom each other and share cushions and snuggle when it’s cold.
My two little monsters are bonded now and I am so glad they have each other. When they wreck my stuff I am less wooed by their cuteness… but mostly I love every second of watching a pile of two pups slowly falling asleep on each other.