So, moving on to â€œthe Duchessâ€ (or as I like to call her, Fat @$$). We now lived in Arizona and had settled in to our new home. The baby of our family was now about 2 and I thought things were calm enough to attempt dog ownership once again.
I took the four kids to the humane society only to be shown dogs no smaller than the size of a small pony. I was told that little dogs were not appropriate for homes with small children; the dogâ€™s safety would be at risk. So, after being completely freaked out when a dog-bear hurled itself at the cage bars as we walked by, I decided that we would try another route to dog ownership.
I went on-line and found a small dog rescue in Tucson that would be willing to give our family a chance, for the low, low, price of $250. I packed up the kids and hit the road for Tucson. After a few hours and venturing out into the boonies of Tucson we finally found the dog rescue. It looked like a place where the Clampettâ€™s trashy cousins would live.
Nervously we went up to the door where we eventually found an old lady to show us a few dogs. There were dogs of every shape and size out there and every mood too. We went to a fenced off area in the back yard and eventually â€œDuchessâ€ was brought to us. She was a Cockapoo, on steroids! Duchess was a big girl who looked like she had been ridden hard and put away wet. The rescue people thought she would be the perfect dog for us, so we shoved her big booty in a dog crate and drove her home.
We got back to our house and Geoff looked at her with a sneer. I knew one of his favorite sayings was going through his head, â€œIf youâ€™re ugly, you better not be obnoxious too.â€ I told him to mind his own business and â€œmove a long, thereâ€™s nothing to see hereâ€.
We soon found out that there was a reason that Duchess was â€œbig bonedâ€. She was a dog obsessed with people food. Whenever she would catch even a whiff of food, she would start quivering with anticipation. One night when I ordered pizza I caught her trying to jump up onto the counter. Who knew a plus size dog could jump so high? Duchess also thought that it was appropriate to body check, then snatch food out of the babyâ€™s hand whenever Baby J was in possession of food.
After having Duchess for a few days I learned that not only was Duchess an eater but she was a barker too. I found this out when I put her outside and then left to run errands. Starting from about 5 minutes after I left Geoff would call me about every 2 minutes and let me know that Duchess was barking again, making it very difficult for him to work. I rushed home to make sure that Large Marge zipped her lips.
After one too many body checks and one too many phone calls from Geoff I called the dog rescue to find out if they would take the dog back. Sure, they would be happy to take the dog back and they would just consider the $250 fee a donation. Itâ€™s always good to be charitable, right?
Geoff likes to refer to that week as our week of the $250 dog rental.
Stay tuned for “A Dog’s Life Part 3: The FuMan Cometh”