If you’ve been here a while, you’ve probably heard me mention my three cats once or twice. I love them with all my heart; in fact one of them is me in cat form… We both take a while to warm up to knew people, she has her own panic room for when it rains, she’s obseesed with my laptop and we share my room. I guess in the past I would have classed myself as a “cat person”, but the issue is I also love dogs. One particular dog if I’m being specific…
This is Daisy.
Daisy belongs to one of my best friends Crystal, who also has a blog. Daisy has been my adopted child since we first met. The first time I ever slept over at Crystals, I was on my period and had really bad cramps while sleeping on her sofa. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling completely comfortable and at ease, looking down to find Daisy, sleeping calmly cradled by my stomach, acting as my live hot water bottle. From that day I had adopted her as my own, even if Crystal didn’t know that I had.
Daisy is the biggest bundle of joy that I know, and she makes me smile everytime I see her. So, when Crystal messaged to say that her family were going on holiday for a month and needed someone to dog sit, I jumped at the chance. A week into August, Daisy was at my door, panting with a ridiculous amount of excitement, that was easily matched by me.
Initial Thoughts: Can I care for a dog?
Like I said, I have 3 cats. Before I got them, I had another cat. I’ve never had a dog, nor really been around one constantly. I knew, but didn’t fully register how high maintenance they are compared to cats. I remembered about the walking, and going outside to use the toilet and constant love and affection. However, I forgot about the bathing, and the poo cleaning. We (Okay… my dad) empty out the cats’ litter box around twice a week. You have to clean up multiple poos, every single day.
My cats are pretty affectionate (Despite what the cat haters might think), but my God, dogs are on another level. Daisy’s a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel, which, after some Googling, I found are nicknamed “love sponges”. Why? Because they’re highly affectionate, and rely on being around people. So much so that they are likely to develop separation anxiety when left alone. Don’t get me wrong, it’s possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever heard, but it’s also a lot of effort.
So how did it go?
The First Poop Clean…
Okay, so, of course her poop stank. I knew that it would, but it honestly wasn’t half as smelly as I thought it would be. Also, when your hands in a bag, you can kind of forget what you’re doing. However, what I did notice, is that when you pick up poop from grass, it doesn’t really all come off in one… The perfectionist in me didn’t like this.
Since then, it’s pretty much become second nature, and I’m not phased about it. However, I have found that I find spare poop bags everywhere. Hoodie pocket? Spare poop bag. 3 different handbags? Spare poop bag. Back jean pocket? Spare poop bag. Hey, at least I’m prepared.
In terms of giving her attention, I’ve found that pretty easy. She’s a bundle of love, and so giving her the love that she deserves is really not that hard. Cats are more affectionate than people think, but dogs are very outwardly affectionate. And, I have to say, I could get used to it.
One thing that does, however, stress me out, is she makes me feel bad for leaving her. The first day we were supposed to leave her at home, she looked so excited because she thought she was leaving with us, and my heart almost broke. Everybody felt it, to the point where my mum, the self-proclaimed disliker of all pets, voluntarily put her in the car and took her to work. She whimpers everytime we all look like we’re leaving without her, and I’m too weak for it. I honestly can’t do it. I want to scoop her up into my arms and never let her go. WHY can’t more places be dog friendly?! I have felt personally victimised over the last few weeks.
The First Bath…
We’ve been bathing her outside, because my mum refuses to let us do it in the bath. Luckily, the sunny weather has allowed for it. The first time I did it, she ran from the hose with striking fear, and we ended up giving our garden a nice little shower. However, when drying, she sat peacefully on my lap with the towel wrapped around her as I dried her. This was the moment that I decided she is the most precious thing in the world and I’m never giving her back.
By the second bath, she was far calmer, and took it like a real champ. I felt maternal pride and instantly wanted to hug her. I’ve become a dog mother. I guess this is my life now.
Do you think I’ll lose a friend if I kidnap her dog?
I’m entirely serious (Sorry Crystal). She’s too precious to give up. In fact, as I write this, she’s asleep, snoring at my feet (She sure loves to snore). I’ve developed this indescribable love for her and I honestly don’t know what to do with it. We’ve become attached at the hip, and I recently found out that she sleeps outside my room last night, because she clearly also feels this love. She was my baby before, but that bond’s been reinforced like crazy. Everyone in my family has fallen head over heels for her, and honestly, I knew that they would.
So, am I now a dog person?
Like I said at the beginning, I love both cats and dogs. However, I never saw myself getting a dog because they seemed far too high maintenance. After spending a month with Daisy, I’m torn on whether I could get a dog. You see, I love Daisy with all my heart, and I would happily keep her forever. However, I don’t want a dog. I wan’t Daisy. Sure, I could probably form a bond with another dog, but right now Daisy is the only one I can imagine.
It’s weird how quickly and strongly you can form a connection with an animal. It’s going to be sad giving her back next week, but I’m so glad I was able to look after her in the first place.
So, cat person or dog person? Let me know in the comments!
Lots of love,