If there is one thing you need to know about the Everythingtarian family, it’s that we are NOT animal lovers. Like, at all.
Since Daddy E is majorly allergic, we did not grow up with cats, dogs or other furry friends around our house. To add fuel to the pet-hatin’ fire, there have been some traumatic instances with dogs in our past, and I’m sorry, but we’re girls – we just don’t like to get slobbered on. To prove that we are not completely horrible people however, I will tell you we had a goldfish named Bubba that lived for more than three years due to our excellent care.
But that’s about it.
You can imagine our family’s surprise when my sister + her husband announced they were adopting a stray mutt and naming him Doug.
Or Douglas, when they are angry with him.
The world has mysterious way of working as somehow, they ended up with the friendliest, most cuddly part-pitbull dog you can imagine. He rarely barks. He barely sheds. He doesn’t lick your face. All he usually wants to do is sit on your lap and pretend he’s human, just like you.
That, and he likes to run.
While Mama E will say she is taking Doug on a walk, we really know it’s the other way around.
And so it seems Doug (a.k.a. Snoop Douggie Doug, Doug E. Fresh, Douglas Dorsey, Dooglas) has pawed his way into our hearts, and suddenly, we’ve become dog people.
On Christmas Day, we took a family walk to a nearby open field just to let Doug run.
Yeah, he escaped from his leash, went to chase some renegade wildlife in the woods, and we lost him at one point. But he kept coming…
…coming right on back home.
To his family.
That would be his mom, also known as my sister Katie, who insisted I show you she is indeed wacky and hilarious (despite calling her Plain Grain), and so this is the picture she gets.
After all this time spent with Doug over the past 60 hours, I made somewhat of a mental deal with myself. If I can eat my Christmas Day meal without being accosted or slobbered on, then Doug can stay, and I can perhaps start trying to like dogs.
Not cats though.
I still think they are creepy.
And Doug did stay.
At one point, he did make a play for my beer.
But Katie quickly called him on it, and he retreated.
As it turns out, having dogs around only requires a smidge of extra planning. For example, I kept Mama E’s cherry pie in the far corner of the counter where Doug couldn’t reach it…
And I made sure Doug was in another room when I attempted photos of my three-course breakfast this morning, consisting of 1/2 cup Apple Cinnamon Custard Oats, Bacon + Egg Biscuit Sandwich and 2 clementines…
After this Christmas weekend, I am still no animal lover, but as long Doug continues to stay away from my food, I am thinking there is hope…even for us Everythingtarians.