The moment everyone has been waiting for! Enjoy 🙂
With the wedding being tomorrow (!!) the family has been busy and full of excitement; enjoy this family portrait before the big day!
I traveled late in the night to visit the baby Pomeranian for the first time, and I arrived well past his bedtime. I sat down and waited anxiously until a small cotton ball was brought to me in the palm of a hand, his eyes fighting sleep with determination. I was in awe– he was so tiny! I was afraid to touch him for fear of breaking his microscopic bones, despite the breeder’s assurances that he was much sturdier than he looked. I just let him stand on my chest, watching his eyes droop down, down… then up! And again. He was incredible.
A couple weeks later, when the puppy was old enough to come home with me, I drove to the desert again. He was bigger than when I first saw him, but still very small. We looked into each other’s eyes, his stupid puppy innocence reflecting my equally stupid uncertainty. My ears were practically ringing at this point with the lectures I’d received about the responsibility, the money, the regret.
But I knew I needed this fluff in my life. And this fluff’s name would be Charles.
The two hours it took to drive home were maddening. I couldn’t take my hand away from him because he instantly began crying. With every brake, I was terrified he would fly into the windshield. All I could think about was how tiny and fragile he was, how quickly this was happening, whether I was ready. Also frustrating was my inability to read his mind. Was he scared? Carsick? Sad? Did he like me? I feared being the villain in this little angel’s life.
But it only took a few days for Charles to solidify himself as my son, and not my liability.
He happily greeted the swarm of girls surrounding him in admiration upon his arrival. He slept peacefully in the blanket I bought him. He nibbled my finger affectionately with his sharp teeth, which hurt, but also dissolved my perception of his impossible fragility. Within a couple days, he followed me around with every step I took, regardless of the fact that he could barely walk himself, and carried himself in a sort of hobble. He even stayed strong through bath time.
Today, Charles is a charming young dog and loved member of the community. He has brought immense joy to my life, and I have not had a single second of regret about him since that drive back home.
Mommy loves you, Charles.
Charles poked his head out of the car window, fluff whipping in the wind, as his mommy, Claudia, searched violently for a decent parking spot. He could see it already: the Hollywood sign. Iconic and impressive, it was the perfect destination for his second date with Cleo.
The car finally stopped, and Charles bounced in boyish anticipation as Claudia gathered their supplies and leashed him up. Ahh, thought Charles as they strolled toward the trail head, the perfect weather for a great hair day, cool and dry!
As they got closer, Claudia started looking around impatiently. Where are they, worried Charles. They sat down and waited.
About ten minutes later, a shrill cry from afar traveled faintly into Charles’s ultra-sensitive canine ears. He perked up. Was it a tired baby? A dying rat? Or was it–
Cleo. Like a supermodel stepping onto the runway, the most magnificent, most beautiful pitbull in the world came into view alongside her mommy, Aleks.
Charles swooned. Damn, that girl can strut! He adjusted his tail-poof, wiped the sleepies from his eyes, and prepared to greet his love-to-be. As soon as they got in sniffing distance of each other, tails, tongues and leashes alike whipped around furiously.
“Padooooooooo the loverrrrrrrs!!!” Aleks invented a language for communicating with dogs, meant to be spoken in the highest notes emitted by the human voice. In truth, Charles couldn’t understand a word, but there was something musical and energizing about it that he enjoyed; besides, it helped announced Cleo’s arrival.
“Let’s go before it starts to get hot,” said Claudia. And they were off.
Charles had thought about this hike all week: how he would show off his stamina and agility to his princess, how he would clean her eyes when it got dusty, how they would cuddle in the shade when they needed a water break. Cleo, on the other hand, approached this event with anxiety. While she knew she had a rockin’ body, she was best friends with her mommy’s bed, and a little out of shape for it. Already, at the start of the trail, she was beginning to pant heavily and daydream of pillows, many pillows.
She wanted to make a great impression, but she couldn’t bear it any longer; about 10 minutes up the trail, she plopped her booty right on to the ground and simply muttered “No,” staring stubbornly into her mother’s eyes.
“Cleeeeeeeooo is the lover tireeeeed?” Aleks removed a water bottle from her backpack and poured some into her hand for Cleo to lap up. Cleo hung her head, drowned in shame, but too defeated to push any farther. Charles pranced gracefully over in concern.
“Baby? Baby what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Cleo replied with nothing but a sigh. “Seriously, baby, you can tell me anything! I’m here for you.”
“To be honest…. I’m a lounger. I lounge. You seemed so excited to take me here so I couldn’t say no but… this is just too much for me. I’m so sorry!”
“Cleo, darling, you should have said so! You want to lounge? I’ll lounge with you. You want to play? I’ll play with you. Heck, if you wanted a bath, I’d even jump in the tub with you. You’re perfect the way you are, and I just want to make you happy.”
A tear ran down Cleo’s face, which Charles immediately kissed off. He then kissed her nose, her ears, her whole face. She was just so amazing.
The pack turned around, and while their mommies went to brunch to discuss silly human matters, Cleo and Charles spent the rest of the day in bed.
After making months of persistent (and often erotic) advances with no reciprocation from the bootylicious Cleo, Charles decided that, perhaps, his darling was a more traditional lady doge. A lady doge who took her time, because she knew she was worth it. He turned back the dial, and began to woo her slowly: snuggling, cleaning her ears, and whispering stories to her for hours, often all night long. Eventually, Cleo caved into going on a date with her energetic suitor.
Charles, vibrating with joy from the shock of Cleo’s acceptance, and knowing this would be the most important date of his life, wracked his brain for ideas. Inspiration (or was it divine intervention?) thrust him into a memory of Cleo mentioning that her mommy loved Dave & Buster’s. He knew she was sneakily dropping a hint.
Keeping the destination secret, Charles took Cleo out for pizza. When they finished, he slowly led her up the stairs at Hollywood and Highland.
He watched Cleo’s eyes diligently, which became even bigger and lovelier as her radiant excitement quickly engulfed her.
On arrival, Cleo forgot to play coy – shaking her whole body back and forth in happiness. The new couple spent the night playing all the games, every single one. Cleo realized that men might not be so bad after all. As Charles won his 100th consecutive round of Dance Dance Revolution,
Cleo realized she might be falling in love.
She went to the bathroom and secretly rolled around on her back, scratching and twisting with happiness.
When the night was coming to an end, Charles asked Cleo on a second date. He couldn’t help but notice the glowing happiness shining from her eyes.