I know he’s not actually a child, but bringing The Big Brown One home almost four years ago was our first real experience of caring for a life that wasn’t our own. His presence in our lives demanded that we wake for those morning walks, deal with his “bum gifts” left in the local park, or care for him when he was sick. And with his stupidly sensitive digestive tract, in the first couple of months we were up in the night as many times as parents to newborns are.
We doted on him. We spoiled him and with each passing month, we began to lift our somewhat strict guidelines more and more. We howled with laughter until tears began to form in our eyes when he sprayed pee through our lounge, barely missing our friends who had popped in for the day. He started to learn the word “cheese.” He ended sleeping on the sofas. He ended up sleeping in our bed. That’s okay, you can judge us. I know it’s not for everyone. But we just loved that dog.
And we still do. Had The Duchess not come along and I decided to start a blog for other reasons, I imagine it would’ve been called A Day in the Life of a Big Brown Dog. It’s not that he is less important to us, but while snuggling him the other day I realize what a backseat The Big Brown One has taken over the last 10 months. He still gets his walks. He still gets fed. He still gets the occasional wrestle. But the spotlight has shifted. Becoming a family has been an adjustment for every single member.
I think that he deserves a bit more recognition. I mean, he really is quite the dog.