By Wendi Warren
One year ago today, Bobby and I made the decision to adopt a 3–year-old terrier/beagle mix from the Wayne County Humane Society. He had been in our home for 4 days before we actually adopted him. That was so we could see if he got along with our cats, and the dogs of my sister and parent. He past the test and we made him ours on August 17, 2013.
I remember how when we first got him, I was less than enthused to be entering the world of dog guardianship once again. Madison, our 14 year old husky/chow/shepherd mix had passed away only 5 months before. She was a perfect dog for us. A quiet, laid back sort of pet who was perfectly content to sit out in the snow on cold winter days.
So here comes into our lives this terrier mix who was anything but quiet and laid back–although to be fair, he hoodwinked us at the beginning making us think that he was quiet. In fact, he was the only dog at the Humane Society who didn’t bark when we went into the room. He just jumped enthusiastically in his X-pen. He kept the secret of his tendency to bark for almost 6 months. I guess he was waiting for us to be so in love with him that we could put up with his little quirk of barking … loudly … often … especially when we are trying to nap.
In the year since we have gotten Owney, our lives have changed dramatically. Before, during the summer months, Bobby and I would go bicycling on the rails to trails on the weekends. Since Owney, we haven’t been on our bikes once. You see, when you fall in love with someone, you want to do things he likes to do. Bikes are not something that Owney would like. However, walking is. So instead of go to bike trails, Bobby and I walk Owney on different paths. We especially enjoy the work out we get at Oak Hill Park.
Bobby tells me that I spoil Owney. I often deny that, but honestly I do. The dog is just so darn cute, it is hard not to! He loves toys. He loves shopping for toys.
If it has a squeaker, then it has his name on it. He loves to chew. I think maybe that he ended up in the Humane Society because of his ability to be destructive. But we have found if we give him things that he can chew, make it a game and allow the house to get messy, he is destructive in a controlled way.
One of our favorite games is “Where’s your toy?” This is a game that I came up with one day when I was trying to clean and he was getting into everything. I found a shoe box, threw his toy in it, put the box on the floor and asked him, “Where’s your toy?” He figured out it was in the shoe box and got it out. Now, when he has more energy than we do (which is often). We get a box and throw a toy in it. We then watch how long it will take him to destroy the box. I guess this is kind of like kids at Christmas who are more interested in the box than in the toy.
One of my most favorite things about being owned by Owney is the opportunity to just hang out on the couch and give belly rubs. At night, when I’m dog tired and so is he, we’ll sit on the couch, watch TV and he’ll snuggle up beside me and give me what we call in the Warren household, “full access”. That is where Owney lays on his back and lets me rub his belly. He’ll let me do this all night long. And I just love it -– really.
So after a year of being a “parent” to a terrier mix; walking two times a day for 30 minutes at least; coming up with creative ways to keep him entertained; spending more money on dog toys than Dave Ramsey should know about; I am utterly in love with the boy. He is such a blessing and I thank God for him often. I wouldn’t recommend a terrier to anyone who wants to live a sedentary life, but he is ours now and I wouldn’t change that for the world.