My mother-in-law loves to buy my doggies clothes. They are her grandchildren, so her longing to be able to spoil a grandchild gets transferred to the doggies, and that often results in outfits for the puppies. At Christmas, that means the doggies get Christmas outfits, and for this edition of (Almost) Wordless Wednesday, my sweet Cobbler is our model.
This year, like last, my sweet girl’s Christmas outfit turns out to be a child’s skirt. Our big guy gets a Santa suit or an ugly Christmas sweater, and he is wonderfully handsome in those outfits. My sweet Cobbler is equally beautiful in her skirt collars.
One of the things that I’ve been noticing about my sweet girl for the last couple of years is that she is starting to show her age. The white on her muzzle started as a thin line around her lips – sometimes I wasn’t sure if it was really there or not. And now, the white is creeping up and out on to her jowls and around her nose. It is getting harder and harder to pretend that my puppy is growing ever older. She will be 9 towards the end of January. I remember her as a tiny, 6-week old puppy in the red collar that didn’t quite fit her because it was too big and she was too small.
I do not want to believe that she is growing older.
She is such a sweet, sweet girl. A nervous girl who has terrible separation anxiety and just needs to be near her people. She was with us at my in-law’s house Christmas Eve for our annual Silly Santa party, and she was fine while the children ran around screaming and petting (or smacking her as the case may be) or loving on her. She has always been fine when people are less than considerate of the fact that she’s a dog with no real way other than her teeth to show people that she doesn’t appreciate their attention.
And by the way – can we talk about that for a moment? When I was a kid, I was taught that I should always approach a strange dog cautiously and that if the dog’s owner was around, I should ask for permission to pet the dog. I can think of once – ONCE – in the nine years that Cobbie has been my doggie, where that actually happened. Usually people – kids and adults – walk right up to her and start petting her or beating on her without realizing it. Usually she just sits down and waits for them to leave but she doesn’t always have that option. I actually got into an argument with a father one day at a state park where we had been hiking because I told him that if he didn’t have permission to touch my dog, he need not touch my dog.
All of this is serious and important because some places – like Mississippi – are what is known as One-Bite states, which means your dog gets to bite someone once and then it could all be over but the crying. Essentially, under one-bite status, if your dog bites someone, you need to send a message to your insurance agent about adding vicious dog insurance. And then if it happens again, your dog can be taken from you and destroyed.
So – teach your children a healthy respect for dogs. The consequences can be dire.
I am constantly telling her that she is the sweetest puppy in the whole wide world, and I could be a bit biased there. But look at that sweet face! How can you not love a Cobbie Dog?