Pens and Paws

Brynn, our six-month-old niece, was baptized this past weekend, and as such, the family—husband, Oscar, Maddy, and I—drove up to partake in the festivities. As always, the pups did their car dance while we packed. Ironically, the dance is not that dissimilar to a traditional rain dance: circling, singing, hoping the “higher ups” heed our calls.

We had a full weekend, especially Maddy. On Saturday, she played over at Berta’s (the short-haired German Pointer) house whilst Berta’s mom and I went to lunch. Then, Alec, Maddy’s BFF and my four-year-old nephew, came to play after the service on Sunday. Need proof that Alec likes Maddy? On the ride from the church to the house, he grabbed his toy cell phone and “called” Maddy. He sat in his car-seat and talked to Maddy for about five minutes, saying things like, “Hi, Maddy…yes, we’re coming to your house…my dad knows the way…uh-huh…yep…I can’t wait to play outside too.” Needless to say, it was awesome.

Five hours later, after watching Maddy run around outside with Alec and Oscar hang out with the adults, Alec and family pack up to leave. My husband and I took the cue ourselves and began to pack up (it’s over a two hour drive back). Maddy and Oscar basked in the afternoon sun on the kitchen floor as we packed up the car. 

Then came time for us to leave. Oscar jumped right into the car sat down. After a final pit stop, Maddy came running from the backyard to where we were by the car. However, once she saw the car, she realized we are leaving, turned on her heels, and ran back to the house. We tried coxing her, tricking her, everything. Finally, my husband had to go pick her up and carry her to the car. 

Poor little girl didn’t want to leave all the excitement she found at the house. So, from now on, we will make sure there’s a nice lapse of at least an hour between parties ending and our departing. She’s been pouting for two days now.