Stuart and Polly: Anything Else We Can Get You?
Making dogs safe and happy makes us happy.
Posted Nov 07, 2012
It’s hard to imagine our world without Stuart. That’s ironic because 15 years ago, it wouldn’t have been hard to imagine our world with Stuart.
But he’s getting to the age where you don’t buy dog food in bulk. And it’s time to start thinking about nature’s course – even though there is that nagging hope that somehow he will be the exception to life’s nonnegotiable rule. Neither my husband nor I had a dog growing up. The closest thing to a pet in the home of my fastidious single mother were dust bunnies. I used to name them. My husband grew up in an apartment in the Bronx so small that his bedroom was a hallway. Not much floor space for a four-legged friend. Also, I could never stop thinking that somewhere deep in the recesses of a dog’s wolf-mind was just the tiniest inclination to run me down in the back yard and drag me off to share with the pack.
Stuart came to us through the single-minded lobbying of a very determined little girl. She said we could never really be a family unless we had a dog. She had us at “family.” I thought we might ease our way in with a nice little Shih Tzu or maybe a Pomeranian, to which my husband responded: “Might as well just get a hamster.” So we went the other way – yellow lab, all 75 pounds of him. Our Stuart experience went so well that we doubled down with another yellow lab, Polly. When Polly came into our lives, Stuart was starting to slow down from a life that never moved all that fast to begin with. In the drive department, let’s just say that if it was Stuart instead of Lassie, Timmy would still be in the mineshaft.
Polly, by comparison, is a crackling wire. She skidded across the hard wood floor and into our lives, a bundle of brains and kinetic disobedience. Stuart was smitten from the start. No amount of ear-pulling, tail biting or stealth attacks while he was fast asleep could shake his patient affection. He watched, wagging his big yellow tail, as she would gobble down his food. I look at them curled up together in a shaft of afternoon sunlight coming through the back door, I think about Stuart’s hour-glass, and I wonder: what is it about dogs? They careen through our lives knocking things over, chewing things up and creating unpleasant smells, trails of mud and a level of confusion unknown to canine-free environments.
Before I had them, I would watch other dog owners and wonder: who signs on for this? It’s still a good question. I know about the studies that say dogs lower blood pressure. But I doubt any doctor would prescribe beta-blockers and a lap dog. I know about their supposed healing powers. But neither one of ours has had a measurable effect on flu season. I know about their unconditional love. But give them a month in the home of someone else who loves them, and the unconditional love would prove transferable.
My 14-year study of one family suggests something else. I’ve observed us before and after canine arrival. And what I see is the chance to give yourselves fully and without reservation to the care of another creature. Making them feel safe and happy makes us feel safe and happy.
I have a friend who told me about being propped up in bed, he and his wife watching the weatherman warn of below zero temperatures – and the need to make sure that all pets are safely indoors. He looked down at their 85 pound golden retriever, stretched out in his usual place between them, on his back, snoring, and said, “Do you think he’s going to be Ok?”
It’s wonderful what dogs do for us. But the best part might be what they let us do for them.
Peggy Drexler, Ph.D. is a research psychologist, Assistant Professor of Psychology at Weill Medical College, Cornell University and author of two books about modern families and the children they produce. Follow Peggy on Twitter and Facebook and learn more about Peggy at www.peggydrexler.com