Jamie Mac’s Puppy Talk – The Backstory
I’ve recently decided to love again and adopt a puppy. First off, I’m a HUGE pet lover, but there’s definitely a special place in my heart for puppy dogs. So with that being said, it may then surprise you to find out that getting another puppy was an extremely difficult decision for me. And, here’s why….
Back story: I had a chocolate lab who passed away a few years ago mysteriously from stomach issues. I spent a week working with the veterinarian to figure out the cause, but nobody could pinpoint what was wrong – even after performing nearly every test imaginable. It was extremely frustrating because no matter what we tried to do to incite her appetite, she just wouldn’t eat or drink anything.
PJ was 7 years old when I lost her. It was the day I lost my best friend.
Not going to lie, her death tore me up for a very long time. I always wondered if there was something more I could’ve done – maybe there was something I had overlooked that I could’ve told her vet about to help save my pretty girl. It was definitely a shock to the system because up until her last week she was still vibrant and full of life; she still had much of her “puppy” energy.
Thankfully, I know PJ lived a great life, and I know she was loved by many. I just feel she had quite a few more good puppy years left.
“A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. It was really quite simple, and yet we humans, so much wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really counts and what does not. As I wrote that farewell column to Marley, I realized it was all right there in front of us, if only we opened our eyes. Sometimes it took a dog with bad breath, worse manners, and pure intentions to help us see.”
(Picture of PJ)
There’s just something about the way animals can make you feel about yourself.
For someone who lives alone, it’s always nice to know someone will be excited to greet you when you get home – even though sometimes when they chew up your remote you may not be as excited to see them.
So I had been contemplating for some time whether or not to get another puppy. I felt I was ready emotionally, but there were a few things that still worried me.
First, I don’t have a fenced in yard, which was something I always felt bad about with PJ because she had one growing up back home. Though, I know she didn’t care if we had a yard or not, she just wanted a companion… and, of course, a tennis ball. So there’s that… And, I’m definitely NOT complaining – as I love my job and our listeners more than anyone will probably ever know – but our profession requires some odd hours. Therefore, I’ve feared that I won’t be around as much as I need to be to properly take care of her. Thankfully, my job is very pet friendly and management already “kind of” knows she will soon be our company dog.
So here’s where I’ll end this entry since I feel like it’s becoming a book.
Though, I’ve decided to make this a weekly feature on our website: Sometimes “Puppy Talk” will be about my puppy and her crazy (I’m assuming) stories, sometimes it might be tales you’ve shared with me about your pets (btw… doesn’t have to be just dog related), sometimes I might just ask you for pet care tips, or share things I’ve learned with you, sometimes it might just be complete nonsense (expect this often:).
Frankly, I don’t know what this blog will turn into, but I hope you will find it enjoyable.
… And PLEASE always feel free to share any animal related stories in the comment section below that you may have!
Next Week’s Blog: How I came up with the name Paisley, and how she pooped on me the first time we met.
(Picture of Paisley at one day old)
“A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours. Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart. He taught me to appreciate the simple things-a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. And as he grew old and achy, he taught me about optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty.”