A Dog Named Sue
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You must be logged in to post a comment. Copy the following code to embed this book on another site: Choose a support tier: During the daytime I am advisor to the President of Shenkar College. In the evening I write children's books, satire, and "how to" manuals "Mel's ten tips. I bumped into Sue today. She is training to be a seeing eye dog. And who do you think named her Sue? My head reminded me that the two dogs and two cats I already had were quite enough. I just needed candy. I guess somebody figured we'd find them good homes.
There was definitely some Labrador in the mix, but the other breeds were anybody's guess. Regardless, the puppies in front of me were adorable. Four of them were bouncing all over and chasing one another around the makeshift corral with typical puppy enthusiasm. But it was the fifth, the smallest, who drew me in immediately. A smaller baby boy with a black velvet coat and bewildered brown eyes, he was clearly much slower than his littermates and even other puppies his age that I had worked with in puppy classes.
He wandered through his siblings' roughhousing, a toddler in a roller derby. They kept knocking him over as they zoomed by, and as soon as he got up, they'd body-slam him to the ground again. When he did manage to get out of their way, he drifted aimlessly around the pen. Like the eight ball in a game of puppy pool set into motion by an invisible cue ball, he bounced uncontrollably off the sides of the box, bumping into one side and veering off, before hitting the other and bouncing off again. He was in my hand before I knew I had reached out to pick him up.
The tufted fur on his pure-white chest reminded me of a tuxedo bib and matched the snowy spats on his two back paws. His ears were tiny, folded triangles with points that didn't quite touch his jet-black head.
He wore a funny, almost distant expression, as if he were listening intently to a faraway sound only he could hear. Usually puppies squiggle wildly when removed from play by a stranger, but this one didn't squirm at all. Instead, he lay quietly, unmoving, calm and happy to snuggle up against me as I stroked his velvety fur. I got the sense he didn't even know he wasn't on the floor. How could I not fall in love with this sweet, helpless little guy who was gazing at me with unquestioning puppy eyes?
The fact that there could hardly be a worse time to bring a new dog into my life was probably exactly the reason the universe put him right in front of me. There were plenty of reasons to put the puppy down and walk away. There was my husband, Lawrence, who was still recovering from emergency surgery.
He had gone into the hospital with what we thought was a burst appendix but turned out to be severe, undiagnosed Crohn's disease. The doctors had to remove nearly two feet of small intestines, and he came down with a near-fatal systemwide infection following the surgery. Thankfully, Lawrence was stubborn enough to hang on part of me thinks he did so just to prove his pessimistic doctors wrong.
After months of recovery, he was finally able to go back to his IT management position at a dot-com in White Plains, but he was overwhelmed by the amount of work he had to catch up on, exhausted and in pain most of the time as he struggled to come to terms with all the changes that came with a potentially life-threatening disease. The stress and trauma of it all made my usually fun-loving husband annoyed and irritable, but I was holding onto faith that I'd have my old husband back soon.
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After a summer of all of this, a bouncy, playful, energetic puppy was not something either of us envisioned in our lives, not to mention that I had no time for taking care of a new dog. In addition to teaching dog-training classes part time, I commuted several days a week to my office job in New York City, where I managed a couple of literary agencies and tried in vain to sell a manuscript or two.
Not only was it a morally defeating job, but it also meant that for three or four days a week, a new puppy would be on his own, confined to a crate, with no one to take care of him or take him out for midday walks a dog walker in Putnam County was unheard of in those days. There was also the fact that we had a pretty full house of pets as it was, between the cats Merlin and Tara, the black-and-white border collie mix Atticus and our shepherd-Doberman Dante. A new puppy was the last thing we needed right now.
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Yet, Atticus was ten, and a puppy might bring him some youthful energy; Dante could always use another playmate; and after the summer we'd had, perhaps a puppy was just what we really needed. I knew I was rationalizing, but something told me this puppy needed to come home with me. On some level, I related to this little baby dog, and I couldn't bear to let him suffer if I had any control over it. Of course, I'd never been abandoned in a cardboard box in a strip mall between a pizza parlor and a liquor store, but I knew what it felt like to be bullied.
I also knew what it felt like to be abandoned, to be abused by the very people I should have been able to trust the most. The more I watched him stumble around in the pen, getting knocked down time and time again, the more the floor gripped at my feet. It was as if I couldn't move until I'd figured out a way to help this little tuxedo-wearing furball.
He'd already been abandoned once that day, and it felt horribly wrong to abandon him again. I'd had no intention of getting Atticus or Dante, but they'd both turned out to be blessings beyond compare who had each come into my life for a purpose, from circumstances that mirrored those of my childhood, circumstances I wanted to try to fix in the here and now.
In Atticus, I saw an animal alone and scared. In Dante, I saw an animal lost, hungry for love and attention. In this little helpless pup, I saw an animal bullied and abandoned, an animal who just didn't fit in with the other pups, and I couldn't leave that vulnerable little puppy to fend for himself.
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It was all too familiar. Bringing the other dogs into my life had worked out, so maybe this would, too. Can I bring them here and introduce them?
As I tried to leave the store, a sudden wave of whoops came over me. I had thought about the dogs and how they might like the little guy, but I was forgetting about that other person in the household: Lawrence needed to be onboard, too. I had to get him to see that the puppy needed us as much as I thought we needed him. I braced myself, and as soon as I dialed his number, the spell that was holding me in place broke. I could hear the stress radiating from his keyboard as he typed. I'm looking at a puppy, and. I just can't leave him here.
It has always been difficult for me to ask for anything, even from my husband. Years of being bullied, abused and forced to fend on my own had whittled down my confidence, and the end result was a sense of worthlessness that I was trying to sculpt into something healthier but only managed to polish to a brighter sheen.
Lawrence's guarded nature, a defense mechanism from his own dysfunctional upbringing, meant he never revealed much of himself.
A Dog Named Sue
He masked things with a sardonic wit that fit mine like a glove. This became a bit of a hurdle when we were trying to discuss serious topics. I took a breath and tried again. I just can't walk away. Could you leave work a little early and meet me here? Once you see him, you'll understand. Regardless of his tone of voice, Lawrence is the greatest champion of the underdog I have ever met. I only hoped this little puppy would charm Lawrence the way he'd managed to charm me. As I loaded Atticus and Dante into the none-too-steady pickup truck for their trip to see the baby dog, they seemed to sense something was up, or maybe they were just reading my excitement.
The truck was tricky to navigate on a regular basis and more so when the minuscule amount of space I had in the cab for shifting and steering was filled with big, bulky, excited dogs fogging up the windshield.
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Eventually arriving back at the pet store, I parked in the shade of the buildings and opened the windows to let in a breeze for the dogs. Waiting for Lawrence, I absentmind-edly watched the kids spilling out of the elementary school across the street, dressed as fairy princesses and super-heroes.
For a moment, the familiar ache set in, and I felt that pang of longing. I always had internal conflicts about parenting. Wanting a family of my own was not enough. I needed to know that I would not be repeating my family's dysfunction and that any child of mine would be loved unconditionally by both parents. After Lawrence's upbringing, he was adamantly opposed to children, also fearing the repetition of old dysfunctional patterns, and I wasn't going to bring a child into a home where only one parent wanted him.
Eventually Lawrence pulled up next to me, looking grumpy. Even four months after his operation, it was still uncomfortable for him to drive for long periods of time, and after what sounded like a particularly stressful day, he couldn't be in too receptive a mood. I left Atticus and Dante in the well-ventilated truck while Lawrence and I went in to see the puppies. Ignoring the sarcastic tone, I pointed to my tiny new buddy, who was curled up in the corner with his eyes shut, oblivious to his littermates' antics.
Lawrence was not impressed. Why don't you hold him? No, he didn't want to hold him; the dog didn't look very healthy, in his opinion; we had enough pets, and he didn't have the time or energy to help raise another one when just going to work was an effort; puppies are a lot of trouble and nuisance; they chewed up shoes; they cried at night; they peed and pooped all over the house. Atticus, a fiercely loyal, one-woman dog, was as ecstatic to see me as if I'd been gone for days. Once in the store, he was ecstatic to see Lawrence, ecstatic to see the bags of dog food stacked against the walls, and especially ecstatic to sniff the display of rawhide bones.
Atticus had never been particularly interested in other dogs, but he glanced at the puppies with a bit of a drive-by sniffing, then became ecstatic about other things in the store. There was no growling, no barking, no snarling, no hard staring. From Atticus, that had to be counted as approval.
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