My parents were farm people for the first part of their lives, Mennonites (sort of like the Amish) for whom cleanliness really is next to godliness. They saw dogs as fine creatures, good and useful companions on the farm, but dogs were also animals like cows, chickens, and pigs --- and animals live
outside. Mom & Dad never quite approved or were comfortable when they'd come for a visit to our place and would have to deal with dogs in the house even though the dogs were very well behaved.
Some years ago I took my first Corgi, Watson, to visit Mom & Dad in California at Christmas time. Mom keeps an immaculate home and Dad (since passed away) was very happy with that. They asked if Watson could please be confined to a small kitchen rug placed in one corner of the living room. Uh, sure. >chuckle< Well, Watson did fine but in due course slipped off the rug periodically to sit by me, make friends with everyone, and in time made it into the kitchen where Mom began slipping him food. Corgi charm is tough to resist.
Watson, Christmas morning, 2001
When we opened gifts on Christmas morning there was a package under the tree, the label made out in a child-like scrawl "To Mr. & Mrs. K from Watson." Inside Mom found a new lint roller with a note attached from Watson, again in a child-like scrawl:
"Mrs. K, Sorry about the fur thing. Love, Watson."At our humble abode here in Arizona the rules a somewhat less rigid than at Mom's place. We don't allow the Gromit or Holly in the kitchen or
on the dining table table. We also keep the bathroom doors closed because when the weather's warm here in Arizona a nice cool lump of porcelain is nice to snuggle against when you're a dog. Oh yuck...sometimes I think they'd live like animals if we let them.
But the living room chairs, sofa, beds, laundry room, Debbie's art studio, and even the garage (when I'm out there) are open to Gromit and Holly. We really do, in so far as is reasonable, consider them family and want and enjoy their company pretty much 24/7. Sometimes when Debbie is in her art studio the dogs will get to playing in there and become a nuisance and then I'll hear a door close and when I peek into that end of the house there are Gromit and Holly looking at the closed door with that "What did we do??" expression. I love dogs and I love living with them.
Gromit knows the rule about the kitchen being off limits. And he knows just how far he can push the rule before Debbie looks up and orders "Out of the kitchen!"
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