I think this is the first time since I got him that I’ve written about my dog, Stewie, without it being in the context of me needing to get rid of him. Well that doesn’t seem right.
Stewie has been a big part of my life and since he’s been with Becky and I since the beginning of our relationship he’s been a good training ground for us regarding compromise and then parenting practice. I’d always wanted a big dog and Becky didn’t want any dog. But as our relationship blossomed I made it more and more clear that I really wanted a dog and really wanted a German Shepherd or Black Lab, Becky decided to act preemptively. She was out at the mall with our niece looking at the pet store and saw a miniature dachshund puppy that both of them really liked. Instead of paying the ridiculous pet store fee though, she went out and found a breeder and visited and then brought him back to surprise me.
And here we are 7 years later and I love him very much. There is no doubt in the house that he is my dog. He follows me everywhere and is always either on my lap, at my feet, or next to me on the couch. When I work, he’s on the heater vent by my desk. I’m the only one who can walk him on a leash where he won’t try to run ahead and run away.
It hasn’t always been easy. he’s stubborn and loud and barks at the worst times. Twice it’s looked as if we were going to have to get rid of him, but we worked things out and found a way to keep him around and I suspect he’ll be part of our family for a long time. Happy Birthday Stewie.