Dear Parker,
It’s been over a year now since we started our company and I can’t believe how quickly time has passed. I love that I wake up every day knowing that I get to spend the whole day with you. You’re the best company a gal could have. You bring me so much comfort when I feel down or stressed and you know when to leave me alone to hash things out while you lounge on my bed patiently awaiting the next walk.
You’ve been awfully brave (for the most part, but we’ll get to that later) – you accompany me on most of my dog-walks during the days, which can sometimes mean that you’re out for 5 hours straight. It can’t be easy with three legs, but you always let me know when you need a rest. You’re such a great member of the pack when we’re out; you keep everyone in line and calm, which means there are few tiffs and tussles. You are so attentive and seem to know to watch my feet when we’re walking so that you can figure out which way we’re going next.
It pleases me so much to see you sit at every corner without me asking you, and it always prompts the other dogs to do the same. Now most of them do it without my command! This is the whole point. Get them out and working, learning and bring them home happy and exhausted.
This past summer, I injured my ankle while walking down the street – tore the Tibialis. You know. The usual. Anyways, I was in a walking cast for 10 weeks. 10 WEEKS. I mean, it’s not like I lost a leg or anything, but seriously. You were so amazing during that time. You slowed right down to match my pace and kept making eye contact to ensure I was okay to continue – curiously, the same thing I do with you during our long walks!
Do you remember that day we were walking with all the big pups on the Group Walk and that crazy man started yelling at me? He was threatening to kill you guys and me too? Well, remember how Mama let you off your leash and got up in that guys face and started using some pretty loud words? Well, it kind of worked, but I was really hoping you’d have my back a little more. I turned around and there you were, cowering behind me. Need I remind you that you are 50% German Shepherd and 50% Husky? You were bred for protection and loyalty to the pack. Where were you when I needed you?
I suppose it’s my own fault. I’ve spent the last few years showing you that I’m the leader here and that you need to look to me for direction. You were just waiting for direction…is that it? Sure. We’ll leave it at that. I’m still proud of you anyways. You’re a pretty tough pup.
It’s been a bit of a hard couple of months for you and I. We lost a couple of really good friends. I realized it the other day when we went to pick up Angus and you went straight to Portia’s door instead. She’s gone now. I know you loved her like crazy because she didn’t put up with your silly antics and had no problem telling you off when you were a little too nosey. You loved walking with her and I think she brought you great comfort as a friend. She was your size, but such a sweet and gentle dog. She was always so happy to see you and to welcome you into her home. She may not have shared her toys or chews with you, but to be honest, it takes time to really trust someone with your stuff so I hope you don’t hold it against her.
We also lost Georgie – your long-lost brother. He only lived with us for three days, but those three days were telling of your love for him. You were so gentle with him and it was obvious that you knew he was struggling. Every time he had a seizure, you were by his side, waiting patiently for it to end as I held an ice pack to his lower back and cried uncontrollably. You were so much more composed than I was. When I had to resurrender him, I was a mess. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you with me. I felt like I needed that time with Georgie to explain to him and show him how much I had grown to love him in such a short time. When I got home, you were so calm when I walked in the door, broken-hearted. I curled up on the floor in the living room and you lay beside me with your head on my chest. It took me a long time to get up, but you didn’t rush me. I really appreciate that. Georgie is gone now too, but it’s better for him – he had a brain tumor that was making him really sick and there was no way to make him safe and comfortable 24/7.
On a lighter note, we started Clicker Training this past week and I’m absolutely amazed at how quickly you picked it up. Not only that, but we spent an evening working on it, then didn’t do it again for a few days and when I asked you to “touch” a target at PawsWay this weekend in front of a room full of people, you didn’t even hesitate before touching it with your paw. Sometimes I forget how brilliant you are and when you do stuff like that, it pretty much kills me.
I’m really looking forward to the next month with you as you get your Canine Good Citizenship, become a registered Therapy Dog with Delta Society and continue with our Clicker Training. You may be eight and a half years old, but you are a young pup at heart and so smart.
I love you all the way around the world and back again.
Love,
Mama