I canít remember a time when I didnít love dogs. My current dog is a very small Boston Terrier named Miss Dot, who serves as my writing companion when she isnít busy telling me what to do.
To me, a house does not feel like a home without a dog. When I was born I was brought home from the hospital to a household already inhabited by three older siblings Ė two brothers and a sister Ė as well as a dog named Heidi.
Heidi, a Standard Schnauzer, pre-dated all of the children. My dad had given her to my mom as a Christmas present the first year they were married.
By the time I came along, Heidi was edging toward senior citizen status. When I was three or four, I would throw my arms around her and hug her with all my might. Poor Heidi would groan loudly, get up, and move away from me, and my mom would call to me from the kitchen: ďAmy, are you loving Heidi too hard?Ē
And so I learned the importance of being gentle and kind.
After Heidi, we got another Standard Schnauzer, but she wasnít at all like sweet old Heidi. Her name was Gretchen and she had the heart of a mountain lion. She got into all sorts of trouble of the skunk, dead-fish, and porcupine variety, but of course we loved her anyway. As it turned out, Gretchen (we mostly called her Grinch) was the perfect dog when we moved to Columbia, South Carolina when I was six. I was a tomboy, always outdoors, which was where Gretchen a.k.a. Grinch preferred to spend her time, too. Wherever I went, she was nearby, although she was nearly impossible to catch if she didnít feel like being caught.
From Grinch, I learned that some beings are simply untamable. No matter how much you love them, and even if they love you back, they are meant to be free.
After Grinch, there was a long (sad) canine-free hiatus in my life. I wanted my own dog when I was in college and starting my career, but I didnít have the time, space, or money. Even after I got married, it was a while before we had a house with a yard, and money to spare for a veterinarian and the other expenses which come with owning a dog.
By the mid-1990s, my husband and I finally had our act together and began researching what type of dog we wanted to get. We settled on a Boston Terrier, and at Christmas 1996, my husband gave me the most wonderful present: a Bostie puppy we named Wilma. She was an absolute delight Ė hilarious, as that breed tends to be, sweet-natured, playful, and very affectionate. She approached every day and every person with delight.
From Wilma, I learned a lesson about unfettered joy.
After we lost Wilma, we decided, in her memory, that we would adopt a Boston Terrier that needed a home. We found Dot, a seven-pound (very tiny) Bostie who had medical issues that would require devoted parenting. Dot (or Miss Dot, as we often call her) was a year and a half old when we brought her home from A Forever Home Rescue Foundation in Chantilly, Virginia. She has blossomed from a shy critter who hid her food to a foot-stomping mini-canine nicknamed Miss Bossypants, due to her desire to run our lives and household.
From Miss Dot, I received a lesson in the value of second chances.
This, I believe, is why we love dogs. They arenít just a part of our lives. They teach us to be better humans.
One Author's Life
October 21, 2015
October 24, 2015 11:42 AM EDTLoved reading this about dogs - our Suzy Q is about to turn 16 with hearing and eyesight not so good but still can romp with the best, jumping up the 2 feet onto our back deck, with two smaller dogs living here with my daughter keeping Suzy on her toes!
I'm writing to let you know that your link doesn't work to contact you. I was trying to contact you just to say "thanks" for writing "Having Our Say" which I've kept on my bookshelf for years and am now re-reading it for the second time. Living in Texas (grew up in N. Alabama) makes me think about oppression. I am grateful for what I have and reading this again makes me more aware about how it used to be (still is to some point). I'm working in a campaign now to elect the first black district attorney in our county (Travis) and was drawn to read the book again. Thanks for your research, interviews and great writing. And, yes, would like to read a copy of the NY Times article that came out back when.
On more thing, with your new book tour, we have a wonderful locally owned book store in Austin called Book People. Steve Bercu is the owner. We have tons of book readings by authors of new books and hope you make it to Austin in the future.
October 25, 2015 3:49 PM EDTThanks for sharing! And, thanks for letting me know that there was a problem with my contact link. I've taken care of it.