Three cheers for Tina's dogs!!!! And, thank God for Pauls .380!!!
The squirrels here have a reputation for rabies.
About dogs and sobriety?
Well -- after I had been sober a couple of months, and had kept hearing about becoming responsible and stuff like that -- I decided that I would get a dog and show that I was responsible, too!
I had a big office in Van Nuys, California -- with a bunch of CPA's, Lenders, Lawyers and Loan Sharks.
And, I would bring the dog into the office and have the girls that worked in the office tend to the dog -- except I would sometimes take him out to pee -- (whenever I could catch him before he pee'd on the carpets). The girls got one of those kid's things that blocks a door so a kid doesn't run off -- and put the dog in my office with that kid thing in front of my door. Then, the dog would start howling and crapping. I felt like God was punishing me with that little dog! He knew I was trying to act sober and be sober and show I was still able to manage my life -- let alone manage a little dogs life.
Two weeks later -- I had to find the dog a new home. I just didn't have it in me to be that responsible. It seemed like I could run the company okay -- but, probably -- it was the girls in the office and the others that were actually running things and letting me think I was still in charge.
Who knows? I had a lot of fog to travel through.
I remember that I thought the little pup was real cute when I got him or her -- whatever it was. I think it was a her -- because I remember getting up tight at the girl who took him to raise him/her over her naming it Mr. Bill!
She was the same girl who went to Mexico with me on my infamous drunk-out, while I was trying to get my six month chip!
The girl stayed cute -- but that dog grew up to be the ugliest dog I ever saw! It was really strange looking after it grew up
I used to feel sorry for it because it was so ugly.
The moral of this story is: If you get sober again, read the book, take the Steps, call your sponsor -- and get into service work -- for at least seven years -- (like I did) -- then, if you were like me -- you can have a second chance at being a dog dad!!!
My little girl is now 13 years old and she's still a pup!!! She's been a sponsor, a Power Greater than me, my best friend, my adopted daughter, and flesh of my flesh and fur of my fur. She used to pray with me -- but, now that she's older -- she lets me pray by myself. She has taught me more about life and love and commitment and patience and tolerance and respect -- than anything I can think of. She's kind and loves other animals (doesn't like people, though) -- and she used to get out the front door to chase the neighbors cat -- just to give it kisses!
I've almost lost her three times now, to health problems. And, it scared the heck out of me. It would be like losing a kid.
Two years ago -- I adopted a Black Lab that now weights 110 pounds. And, he's just like a son to me. Too bad my kids couldn't have grown up to be as nice and as good as my dogs!!!