Brittany and Dan weren’t able to see his parents over the
Christmas holidays and had planned on visiting them in February. (Dan works
most Saturdays so scheduling weekends away is hard.)
In mid January they started planning the trip beginning with
what to do with their two dogs. They had had a bad experience with the kennel
the last time they left them and Brittany
couldn’t find anyone she trusted to come and stay with them.
After talking to John… or maybe I didn’t ask him, I forget….
I called Brittany
and said, “It’s far enough out that we don’t have plans yet for that weekend.
We can come watch the pups.”
Then we went through all the “Are you sure?” and “You don’t
have to!” and “It’s no big deal!” and “It will be fun!” comments.
It really worked out well. John ended up working with one of
his sales guys in Charleston
that Friday so we
were able to get to her house by late afternoon to let Charlie and Ava out in
the yard to run a bit before heading downtown for one of my favorite Charleston
monthly Art Crawl.
Usually the dogs have the run of the house when Brittany and
Dan are out, but she was concerned about them running out the front door when
we came in, so told us to keep them in the master bedroom whenever we weren’t
there and overnight.
The first night everything went smoothly. The next morning
when I opened their bedroom door they knocked me over heading to the back door,
but turned around, taking a flying leap to lick my face “good morning” before
heading out to take care of business.
We were in and out that day, so lots of luring them with
treats up to the bedroom. (At least they were getting exercise going back and
That night however, after cuddling with them on the couch
watching a movie we practically had to carry the lab, Ava, upstairs to go to
bed. (And she weighs 70 lbs.)
About thirty minutes later I heard her whining. On and on
and on. I got up to let them both out again, then tried to get them to go back upstairs.
They were having none of that! So I said, “OK, your mom lets you sleep on the
sofa during the day. You can just stay down here for the night.” I pointed to
it and they walked over, turned to look at me with cocked heads and I said,
Without waiting to see if they did or not (and pretty sure
they didn’t) I turned off the light and started upstairs. As I got to the guestroom
where I assumed John had been sleeping through all this, I heard him say, “Why
are you licking my face?”
I turned on the light and somehow Ava had gotten by me on
the dark steps and jumped on top of John and was licking him for all she was
worth. I felt something at my ankle and of course little shadow Charlie had
So I caved. I told them they could sleep on the bed with us,
but AT THE BOTTOM!
Then I turned off the light, got under the covers, felt
Charlie settle at my feet and Ava lay full across my body.
And I at least
didn’t move for the rest of the night!
Labels: adult children, dogs, empty nest, helicopter parents, pets