My family is made up of me, my wife, our daughter, our son, and our dog. The dog is very much part of the family. He is about the same age as my daughter, and older than my son. We adopted the dog when he was a young pup and my daughter Cheryl was only four months old. Brutus the dog had been born in a litter of six pups. His parents were owned by a couple who were great friends.
Our friendship with Brutus’s previous owners begun in a football stadium when we were both watching a game cheering for the same team. My wife and I were still dating by then and had not gotten married. Job and his wife were on the row in front of us and we were on the row behind them. The game had been a tense affair and we were all cheering passionately. After a touchdown, I happened to bump into my wife during the celebrations and she spilled some soda onto Job in front of her. Job being a sport had turned and playfully also splashed some soda on her, his wife and I simultaneously joined in. We splashed a healthy amount of soda on each other. Our team won the game.
After the game we decided to celebrate together. We realized that we lived close to each other and we went on to become great friends. One day when we visited Job at their home, we happened to see their dogs and we fell in love with the cute Labradors. The couple promised to give us a pup when they had their next lot of puppies.
Brutus had been born just about the time when we were expecting Cheryl. We could not take the pup immediately since the small puppies had to be given some time to grow and suckle their mother before weaning. Unfortunately for us, Brutus’s weaning time came when we were very busy with raising our newborn daughter. We simply could not divert any attention from our girl to another dependent.
Luckily Job and his wife agreed to keep the pup for us for a few more weeks. Finally when Cheryl was four months we decided we had to take the pup since he was now growing fast and he needed to get separated from his home and get adapted to his new home.
Looking after the baby and taking care of young Brutus was no big deal. It was actually quite refreshing with the theatrics of the cute small dog. My wife had a full time job taking care of the two babies at home. I would watch her amused as she juggled between preparing the food for Brutus, feeding Cheryl and working the skillet to cook some rice for our dinner.
Cheryl was very possessive when it came to her kitchen and she wanted to be in charge of everything. When I suggested to help by buying some dog food, she insisted that by blending the cooked meats and mixing them with other nutritious food she made the best food for the dog.
Through my wife’s motherly care, Brutus has grown to be one of us.