You may wonder what the heck a boggle is. And no, it’s not the entertaining spelling game with the timer. It’s my badass dog. She is a cross between a beagle and boxer. And is an absolute hellion if you don’t keep your eye on her.
It has been over nine months since we adopted her. My youngest son and I discovered her in our yard, with no tags, malnourished, and filthy. She looked like had been on the lamb for over a month. I swooped her up and brought into our house. It was to my surprise she had no tags or collar.
My nurturing instinct kicked in and we attempted to locate the owners. I left my number at the neighbourhood store, in case anyone was looking for her. And then went to the vet hoping they would be able to find a microchip. Unfortunately, they couldn’t find anything. So, sucked it up, and took her to the local pound. It was the moment we walked in, she started to panic and bark. I got the sneaking suspicion she had been there before…
It was at the moment began to feel guilty, I never wanted a dog, but how could I leave this little mutt to the cold harsh world of the pound. It was on that last minute. I filled out the paperwork – if no one would claim her within seven days she would be ours. It never occurred to me that nobody would claim her.
I was surprised seven days later when I got the call to come pick her up. The pound claimed they located the owners and they no longer wanted her. I gasped! How could somebody abandon their dog? The second thought was panic I was going to own a dog.
It had been years since I owned a pet. So, I hopped in the car, picked up all of things necessary for a dog. My husband looked on in disbelief, “We didn’t discuss this I want you to know this is your dog. This is your responsibility! And I’m not cleaning up poop!”
I ignored his comments because quite frankly, we didn’t discuss it, and the burden was on me.
The next day the boys and I brought our sweet little dog home. But little did we realize our little boggle had training issues. I left her alone in the house for fifteen minutes within that time frame the blinds in my living room had been torn down, and chewed. I thought to me this can’t be happening, what will I do? The second issue, was never toilet trained, the third Issue, she pulled on her leash, fourth issue, no shoe or handbag was safe from her teeth, and fifth issue, a severe case of separation anxiety.
It was after two days I realized I had my work cut out for me and after a month of sleepless nights, relentless training, and patience. I had a great pet! The moments were rocky, sometimes downright hairy! But we persevered, now, I know every time I see her follow the boys or curl up with them to sleep. I realized she was the perfect pet!
We still have our moments and still working on the separation anxiety. But she is a marvellous dog and I realized every child should have a pet. My boys adore her, play with her, walk her, and understand a whole new level of responsibility. She has become the newest addition to our family. But that’s not without saying she still has her badass moments.
Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga