Pedey, aka Weasel DogPosted: February 24, 2011 Filed under: breast cancer, kids, pets | Tags: adoption, breast cancer, cancer battle, cancer diagnosis, Dana Jennings, dogs, family, hospital, infection, kids, mastectomy, New York Times, Petsmart, puppies 15 Comments
It’s been brought to my attention that I have written about Harry and Cinco the leopard gecko, but not Pedey, the other canine member of our household. Well, excuuuuuuse me.
Pedey, oh Pedey. I don’t even know where to start.
He’s a cutie, for sure. We weren’t planning on getting a puppy, not really. Not that day, anyway. IMHO, any day is a good day to bring home a new puppy, but not everyone subscribes to that point of view, so you gotta tread lightly.
Flashback to May 3, 2008. It was Payton’s 9th birthday. I went to Petsmart to pick up something for Harry and the Houston Humane Society was there with the mobile adoptions. I figured I’d scritch a few pups, get a dose of puppy breath, tickle a few fat bellies, and move on. Then I saw this:
Oh. My. Gosh. I was smitten. That face! Those floppy ears! The speckled feet! The fat belly! The little white blaze down his nose!
Did I mention that it was Payton’s actual birthday?
And that I now really, really, really wanted a puppy?
And that I really, really, really wanted this puppy?
Long story short, Payton fell in love with Pedey (his mama taught him well), and we had to have him. Trevor, being the good sport that he always is, gave in, even though we already had one dog too many for him. Payton and I reasoned that Harry needed a dog, and since it was almost summer, the kids could help take care of this puppy.
Welcome to the family, little guy.
I think you’re going to like it here. We have a mentor for you named Harry. He’ll show you the ropes. He makes the mean face sometimes, especially when he has a chewie, but just ignore him.
We’ve got a best friend lined up already (Snoopy), a pool should you become a water dog, lots of toys & treats, and unlimited belly rubs.
It took us a while to come up with the right name for the new guy.
Since he was officially Payton’s dog, Payton got to have the final say. And he decided on Pedey, after his favorite Red Sox player, Dustin Pedroia. The dog is nothing like his namesake: he’s cowardly, lazy, and clumsy with a ball. But the name stuck.
He settled right into our life and weaseled his way into my heart. Let me state for the record that I’ve never had a small dog, and I’ll admit, I’ve never quite understood the appeal. Now before you carry-dog lovers out there go ballistic and send me death threats, let me be clear: I don’t dislike carry dogs or their owners. I’ve just never understood the benefits.
Now I get it.
He was of course the cutest puppy ever. (I can say that because Maddy, the best dog in the universe, has gone on to her Great Reward, and because we adopted Harry at age 2 and never knew him as a puppy.)
He likes to snuggle more than rough-house. He would rather sleep than do just about anything else (preferably in my lap).
We call him The King of Comfort, because he always manages to find the most comfy spot available.
If he’s not fast asleep in a prime spot, he’s camped out under my desk chair.
Sometimes his legs or tail peek out from underneath the chair, and sometimes he’s completely hidden and I forget he’s there until I scooch the chair back and accidentally scare him half to death.
Sometimes he gets in the chair, right behind me. When he was tiny, it worked out just fine. But now he’s a little too big for that, but he still tries it sometimes.
He still manages to fit. Mostly.
He likes to make a nest when he finds a comfy spot for sleeping. He will either wedge himself tight in between pillows & cushions, or get himself wrapped up in blankets & comforters. He will also stay in bed until he’s good and ready to get up, instead of leaping up the instant my feet hit the floor, like Harry does.
We don’t know what kind of dog he is, besides lazy & shiftless. Beagle, maybe? He has short, coarse hair; very different from the labs’ hair I’m used to. He has a very wrinkly brow and often looks quite contemplative. It’s mostly for show, though, because he sure doesn’t seem very smart.
He’s not all that well-trained, either, because he was so cute we were always holding him instead of schooling him to sit and stay.
He never did learn to love to swim, like the other dogs do. He doesn’t really even like for his feet to get wet, hence the need to be in my lap as often as possible.
Dana Jennings, a wonderful writer for the New York Times said, “Good dogs – and most dogs are good dogs – are canine candles that briefly blaze and shine, illuminating our lives.” I’ve had 4 dogs in my adult life: Maddy, the best dog ever in the history of all dogs. So good, I still get teary when I think of her, several years after her death (and y’all know I’m not much of a crier). So good that the urn of her ashes is on a side table in my bedroom, her name engraved in a simple, beautiful script, the urn way too small to contain all the love and memories she provided. Then there was Lucy, who we got to keep Maddy company. Her canine candle was pretty dim, and there is no urn for her. Then came Harry, and now Pedey. A short but very full doggie history.
Pedey was so happy this past summer, when I was convalescing from surgery and multiple hospitalizations. I don’t usually lay around much, but I had to then. And he loved it. He was always right by my side or in my lap, sleeping away. We joked that we should have snuck him into the hospital, so he could have slept on my bed with me there.
Well, Pedey, rest up; in a few days, I’ll have some more down-time. Are you ready?
Ready?! I saw him crossing the days off of his pocket calendar. Where he keeps it I do not know. Thanks for the memories, he sure was a cute puppy, it’s a shame he turned out so ugly!
seems like there’s a story behind Maddy we need to hear. And since it doesn’t seem there’s anything good to say about Lucy, then come sit next to me and tell it, Sista!
I’m not a dog lover, but I quite agree that Maddy was the best dog ever. My favorite story is about when Payton was a newborn. Whenever he was in his crib, Maddy would position herself either directly under his crib or directly across the threshold into his room. She was clearly guarding him and you can bet anyone (ie Lucy) who might have made any aggressive move towards the boy would have been instantly shredded.
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Nancy, Oh, you are my kind of dog-gal! This is simply a beautiful post. What an adorable puppy. Sometimes you just get it right, don’t you? Or maybe you just get lucky?? Regardless, what a sweet dog. Absolutely love the photos! (your kids look pretty darn cute too!) Now I have to find out more about Harry, Lucy and Maddy. Maddy must have been something special. Thanks for sharing and for reading about my special pals too!
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Hello! He is such a cute dog. What type of dog is he?
Hi Laura! We don’t know what type of dog he is — beagle maybe mixed with something? He’s a mutt, and we love him!
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