Elisheva and Doobie were inseparable from the moment we brought Doobie home. It was always fun watching them play together. They would play tag with each other and while doing so would make the funniest noises. My favorite was watching them play tug of war with one of their dog toys. They each would have an end. They’d stare at each other all while trying to intimidate the other one to let go first. Often Doobie would get impatient so he’d try to cheat in some way. Once he grabbed most of the toy only leaving Elisheva a small corner to grab. With her not being able to grab enough of it, Doobie easily pulled it away gloating the entire time. He would have been that child we’ve all met who brags about winning and makes the other person feel bad. Yep, Doobie liked to win.
There was another personality trait he had that was not so becoming and it became a “little” problem in our house. Um, how do I say this? Doobie had slight problems with understanding what was his. What was once Elisheva’s beloved stuffed banana Doobie claimed it. And not only did he take it but he eventually destroyed it by shredding it to pieces. Even when we bought her another one it could never replace the one Doobie destroyed. But, that was not the only thing Doobie would take and destroy. Oh no not at all. Let’s just say he had a special love for Carol and her belongings. Some of his favorites were the leather backs to Carol’s hats, the backs of her leather shoes, her leather book bags and most of all the straps of her bras. He never touched one thing of mine which infuriated Carol. I have to admit it was as if he sought out Carol’s belongings. In fact it became routine for Carol and I to come home to find Doobie shaking in the corner all while looking at us with his pitiful eyes. It didn’t take long to figure out that meant another belonging of Carol’s had bit the dust. And each time Carol would search for the item, find it and then yell at Doobie all while holding her destroyed belonging. It was at this time Carol began calling him, “You little shit dog.” Carol and I had many fights because of the things Doobie destroyed. I felt the solution was simple. Put all things away and out of reach of the dog. Carol felt the dog should know not to do it. And so, time and time again we’d come home, and when I’d see him in the corner, I knew what was to come next. I just knew as Doobie matured he’d change and he’d stop chewing. Well, that did happen but not in the manner I had expected.
For instance I’ll never forget the one afternoon Carol and I came home from the store to find Doobie in his usual scared position in the corner. However, this time there wasn’t a chewed item to be found. We couldn’t figure it out. He had clearly done something wrong because he had put himself in the corner but what did he do? As we brought our groceries inside from the car, we noticed a pair of Carol’s underwear lying in the middle of the floor. We both thought it was odd but we were focused on putting our groceries away. As we each made a run to the car to get another handful of groceries, we clearly could smell something bad as we walked back into the house. But, we chucked it off to it being the liter box which we’d take care of after finishing with the groceries. But, not able to handle the stench any longer Carol asked me to finish putting up the groceries while she cleaned the cat potty aka liter box. After I was done and just as I went into the living room to sit, Carol came out of where the cat potty was. She had a baffled look on her face. She told me the smell was not coming from there. She looked over at Doobie, pointed at him and said, “I bet it is you, you little shit dog.” Of course in Doobie fashion he just looked at her with his big adorable brown eyes and wrinkled forehead and began shaking to help add a heightened level of “Awwwwww” factor. But, as much as he tried not even his cuteness could be used to get past Carol.
As I sat watching TV Carol went upstairs to search for whatever was attached to that odor. I could hear her get angrier and angrier as she knew “the little shit dog” had done something. But when she couldn’t find it she came back downstairs. Just as she came downstairs she commented she must have been wrong and maybe “Little shit dog” didn’t do anything. Just as those words came out of her mouth, then IT happened! Oy! IT wasn’t good. Carol was walking across our living room floor barefooted when she stepped on her underwear. At the very moment she stepped on her underwear, she screamed horrible obscenities which I won’t share and began jumping on one foot. I thought she had hurt herself. I tried to calm her down to find out what was wrong. Only then did I realize she wasn’t hurt at all but she was actually angry. While standing on one foot and pointing to the floor she screamed, “The shit dog shit on our floor and then got a piece of MY clothing to cover it up AND I fucking stepped in it! As what she said registered, I wanted to fall to the floor with laughter. But, I knew it wasn’t the time. I also wanted to voice how clever I thought it was of Doobie but that wasn’t the time either. Carol was mad…I mean really, really mad. OK, she was down right pissed off.
Listen, I’ll admit Doobie was not doing a good job of winning Carol over. Eating her possessions and using her clothing to cover up his messes wasn’t the way to do it by any means. But, funny enough, he didn’t seem to care. After all he just had to look at me with his pitiful big brown eyes and whatever he did was all erased. This didn’t bode well for me and Carol but it served Doobie perfectly as he spent the next 14 years using it, I mean using me to his advantage.
Once Doobie joined the family life was no longer boring. As you will see he brought lots of “excitement” to our daily lives.