I loathe people who keep dogs. They are cowards who haven’t got the guts to bite people themselves.
– August Strindberg
He’s wrong. I do bite. And yes, yes, I know. People can’t help that they’re stupid.
(PS — By the way, all of these stupid comments were made to my face or over the phone. Not on the blog. You all have been incredibly supportive and kind. Thank you. You would think, since we don’t know each other in “real” life — most of us, anyway — that that would mean license to be flip, or rude or whatever. Maybe we just save our best manners for the people we don’t know “face to face.” We should save our best manners for everyone, because you never know what someone’s deal is. I appreciate you guys, and thank you. You mean the world to me.)
For my Thursday Thirteen, here are…
Thirteen Stupid Things People Have Said to Me Since Wacky Dog Died
13. He was really old, right?
12. He was neurotic.
11. Your dog was really neurotic.
10. He would have drove me nuts.
9. All of that chewing would have drove me nuts.
8. You’d better find a way to deal with it, because he’s gone.
7. He’s still lost? (This from a friend who got my message saying, “We lost the dog.” Apparently my sobbing into her voicemail didn’t tip her off.)
6. Yeah, Labs have problems.
5. I’m glad we have a small dog. Small dogs live longer.
4. You’ll be glad not to pick up after him anymore, I bet.
3. At least he was old.
2. It just seems so… sudden.
1. Was he even sick?
Yeah, I know. I need to keep my mouth shut. More secrets = more better, right? Less information = less hurt. Yes, in some cases. But when you’re crying for a week solid, and you still have to do things like go out in public to get your kids to and from school, people ask questions. And what a lot of people don’t know, because 1) it’s none of their business and 2) I keep it guarded like the dark secret it is — people know that my Dad jumped. (I wrote about it here.) But what I never tell people is — he took our dog with him and killed her, too. (Because what? It wasn’t going to damage us enough, with the suicide? He had to throw a little more damage in there? Thanks, Dad.) She was a black dog, and really sweet, with a white blaze on her chest. She looked like a miniature version of Wacky Dog. And I was just a little older than my daughter when it happened. So analyze that in your spare time.
Also, Wacky Dog was our last dog, and some of my sorrow is because of that. I love dogs, even the crazy-kooky ones like Wacky Dog, and I’ve never not had a dog. But my husband and I decided this a long time ago. He’s not really a dog person, and I cannot deal with this kind of grief and sorrow again. Not when I can have a choice in the matter.
A lot of people have said the right things. Not everyone is stupid. So I give you:
13. I loved Wacky Dog.
12. He was a great dog.
11. You guys were a great family to him.
10. It’s good that he’s not in pain anymore.
9. My dog will miss him — they were good friends.
8. He was the best dog.
7. He ruled.
6. You’re going to keep hearing him — and looking for him — for a long time. I am sorry to tell you this, but for me it was (two months, six months, or just a pause, and then, “a long time”).
5. This must be tough for the kids.
4. This must be making you really sad.
3. I am sorry.
2. I wish there was something I could do.
1. He had a good home with you guys, and you did all you could.