{"id":403,"date":"2010-05-19T09:00:34","date_gmt":"2010-05-19T16:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/melinakantor.com\/?p=403"},"modified":"2010-05-20T19:38:29","modified_gmt":"2010-05-21T02:38:29","slug":"i-believe-in-having-a-dog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/melinakantor.com\/?p=403","title":{"rendered":"I Believe in Having a Dog"},"content":{"rendered":"

Happy 5th Birthday Creature! <\/span><\/em><\/span><\/h2>\n

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Note: Thanks to \u00a0the beauty of scheduled blog posts, this is going up on Creature’s actual birthday (5\/19). Which feels odd, because I’m off dealing with <\/strong><\/em>Shavuot<\/a> (<\/strong><\/em>and have probably had too much cheesecake<\/a>)<\/strong> am not online. I’ll be back tomorrow night.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

(Okay, so I messed up the scheduled blog post thing, so this is going up a day late. . .)<\/p>\n

In January of 2007, when Creature was about 1 and a half, and before I’d even dreamed I’d ever actually write a novel, I woke up one morning suddenly wanting to write an essay for the NPR show This I Believe<\/em><\/a>. So I did. Unfortunately, by the time I had the guts to send it in, the show had run its course.<\/p>\n

But, in honor of Creature’s<\/a> 5th birthday, I’m posting it here. Considering the way I usually talk about him, he deserves something nice from me today.<\/p>\n

Enjoy!<\/p>\n

I believe in having a dog.\u00a0I believe in falling asleep with a dog snuggled in the space behind my knees, and waking up to doggie kisses.\u00a0I believe in having a dog to drag me out of bed on cold January mornings, because I know that without a dog, there\u2019s no way I\u2019d find myself in Central Park at 7:30 a.m. on a Monday morning, admiring the light dusting of snow on the bare trees.<\/em><\/p>\n

My dog also has a belief system. He believes in his right to kibble. He believes in going on walks through the park, and running into his neighbors, like Lucas, the cocker spaniel who lives down the block.\u00a0He believes in saying hello to all the toddlers who squeal with delight when they see us walking down the street.\u00a0He believes in taxi rides and trips to the Laundromat.<\/em><\/p>\n

But most of all, be believes in coming home.\u00a0He runs up the stairs of our walk-up and waits for me on the doormat.\u00a0He wags his tail a million miles a minute as I unlock the door.\u00a0He dashes into the apartment and rolls around on the couch (and snorts) to reclaim his territory, and then he finds a toy to play with.<\/em><\/p>\n

A few weeks ago, I went to California to visit my mother.\u00a0It\u2019s the first time since I was 11 years old that there hasn\u2019t been a dog in her house.\u00a0It felt wrong.\u00a0When I opened the front door, nobody danced around me as if I was the answer to their prayers.\u00a0Still, I closed the door quickly and tightly, to keep the dog from running out.\u00a0I was raised that way.<\/em><\/p>\n

When I made my coffee in the morning, my hand would reach out instinctively to open the laundry room door to let the dog in or out.\u00a0If I dropped a piece of food, I\u2019d leave it on the floor for a minute, until I realized there was no dog around to appreciate my clumsiness.\u00a0Worst of all, I felt the lack of comforting doggie sounds, like the lapping of water, the click-clack of furry paws on the hardwood floor, the jingle of dog tags, and the squeak of chew toys.<\/em><\/p>\n

Having a dog isn\u2019t always easy. When I come home from work and find the garbage all over my freshly washed kitchen floor, or a week\u2019s worth of previously clean socks all over the living room (some with fresh holes in the toe), I glare into Hamudi\u2019s eyes and threaten to post him on Craigslist. \u201cOne naughty, sneaky, gluttonous and slightly neurotic cocker spaniel needs home,\u201d I imagine the ad would read.\u00a0I see the guilt and shame in his eyes, and he sulks and walks away while I begin cleaning up.<\/em><\/p>\n

But a few minutes later, I hear the squeak of a terrycloth bee.\u00a0I look up, and see Hamudi playing contently. He catches my eye.\u00a0We stare at each other. He tilts his head. The bee dangles from his mouth. <\/em><\/p>\n

He knows he\u2019s being cute.<\/em><\/p>\n

I know I’m being manipulated.<\/em><\/p>\n

But I forgive him, because I believe in having a dog.<\/em><\/p>\n


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I love you Hamudi! You belong to the most precious species on the planet. You make life so much sweeter. Thank you for the laughs, for the entertainment<\/a>, for being such a great snuggler and for doubling as a hot water bottle.<\/p>\n

And thanks for guarding me from the evil squirrel<\/a>.<\/p>\n

By the way, age 5 means Kindergarten! But you’re a prodigy. You graduated from Puppy Kindergarten when you were just a few months old. I’ll never forget how you flew across the floor (with the help of your ears, of course) when we yelled, “Hamudi! Come!” Such a good boy.<\/p>\n

The residents of Park Slope thank you for patrolling and making sure nobody’s up to no good.<\/p>\n

Just for today, I’ll refer to you by your real name. Happy birthday Hamudi!<\/p>\n

And I have to give a shout-out to Tuck<\/a>, the dog I grew up with. His loyalty and beauty put him in a class with Old Yeller, Old Dan and Little Ann<\/a>, and Lassie.<\/p>\n

Dear Readers: I’m curious. What would you write about for This I Believe?<\/p>\n

P.S. I apologize if this post was so sickeningly sweet if gave you cavities. Obviously, I am not myself. Feel free to send me your dentist bill.<\/p>\n

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