I sort of used to be this chick

I have nothing against the hipsters. I used to be one.

In fact, I had a lot in common with this girl.

Forgive the low res of this image. I couldn’t find the original, which means I can’t even give credit. (If you’re out there, Hipster Bitch Meme Maker, let me know and I’ll link to you!)

OK, I never smoked cigarettes, I have very limited experience working in the service industry, and the only Chuck Taylors I’ve ever worn belonged to my male roommate. But I have always dug pseudo-tough jewelry, overspent on edgy haircuts and – for the past six years – toted around a very tiny dog.

While I never neglected Scooby’s nutritional needs, in my mid-twenties I was a lesser pet parent than I think I am today.

Oh, I have always adored my elderpin to a point of obsession. And we have always made it to the vet for regular check-ups (and many hypochondriac-y unexpected visits), adhered to a heartworm-preventative regimen and taken long walks around the city.

But I’m a highly social being, and I used to have lots of people over to my home. It was during one of my parties that Scooby showed up in my life. He was instantly the night’s main attracion.

For a while, lots of people were living in my home, along with a whole bunch of little dogs because I needed help paying the rent on a giant, dilapidated Midtown Kansas City house. I liked dogs so much that I offered to babysit other people’s pets, too. One of them stayed for six months!

Fortunately, Scooby and Bella liked each other.

I didn’t think much about Scooby’s feelings during this chaotic time. I just expected him to deal with every situation, from the crook of my arm or someone else’s. However, it became clear on a few occasions that being in the middle of a people party was very stressful to him, as he spontaneously lost bladder control. I can’t believe he never bit anyone too hard – he suffers the ”You’re so cute, I just have to pick you up” fate of all teeny tiny dogs.

I thought Scooby might perish one New Year’s Eve because he had successfully begged so many treats off of visitors throughout the night that his little tummy got huge, and he had a hard time sleeping.

But he lived through it all. We lived through it all.

I’m glad the little guy was so patient with me. If I hadn’t had Scooby to come home to, to feed, to let out and to snuggle regularly, I believe I could have slipped into a real hard party daze.

He kept me sane-ish. And now, he gets to live out the rest of his days in peace and routine. (Except when it comes to regular toenail trimming. I still suck at that.)


Has your dog seen you through some crazy times? Share your story in the comments.

About Crystal K. Wiebe

I live with two formerly wayward dogs, and helping other dogs find new homes is my passion. I recently founded the company Beer Paws to help celebrate the relationship between people and pets.

Posted on August 13, 2012, in Dogs, Dogtography, Scooby, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Glad to hear Scooby kept you from teetering over the edge of sanity (although I quite like mad people).

  2. Good pic of Bella. Looks like we caught her on one of those rare clean days!

  3. The photo of Scooby in a sombrero is AMAZEBALLS! Do you still have it? I see a Rufus/Scooby photo shoot in our future! How have we not done that yet? Stank-breathed dogs deserve photo shoots too!

  4. I always loved dogs, but when I was in my 20s I was too selfish to have one of my own. I always wanted my own time and didn’t think I could sacrifice the time that a dog would need. But just a couple of years ago, I got two dogs. One thing that having a pair of dogs taught me was that it’s more rewarding to spend some of your life sharing your time with another creature who needs you to get by but can also reward you with a presence in your home and in your life that outweighed the hours I spent at the bar in my younger days. It also taught me how much you can love something, no matter what imperfections it has. One of my dogs came from an unknown but undoubtedly difficult background. I got Gus when he was 12 weeks old but he had clearly been through a lot, wherever it was he came from. He was very skittish around people and dogs, to the point where it was difficult and uncomfortable to take him places in public. But through time and a lot of work, he’s gotten better and more confident not only in his own skin but around others, too, which I think makes him happier than he was the day I got him and I know makes me happy and proud of him.

    • Thank you for sharing, Steve. You are SO right on, and Gus is incredibly lucky to have you. I know my menagerie always enjoyed having you come play with them back when we were Westport neighbors.

  5. our little Toby HATES fireworks or anything loud. Parties also stress him out, so we’ve learned to just ship him to the quite solitude of the neighbor’s. We put on some reality TV or the radio (he likes oldies best) for him.

    • That’s very responsible of you! Sometimes we give the dogs a benadryl to calm them down. Recently, my pet also introduced me to a treat called Composure that has herbs in it that help quiet doggy nerves and aggression.

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