I have a confession – I am a freakishly overprotective dog mom. I worry about my dogs like they are my children and I am pretty sure I have ruined them for life.
This beautiful Colorado weekend we decided to take our two dogs to Chatfield Reservoir to the dog park so we could all enjoy the beautiful weather together. I want to start by saying this is one of the best dog parks I’ve been to. There are two huge ponds for the dogs to play in and since we have a golden retriever who was bred to retrieve things from the water this is the best place on the planet for him. He would play fetch with a tennis ball in the pond all day if we would let him. We started by walking the perimeter of the pond with Nittany and Paterno running in and out of the pond. Nittany was especially grumpy and was begrudgingly playing in the pond but mostly running around bullying other dogs. She would run up to other dogs and bark and growl and then just walk away. She is not a mean dog and has never been aggressive to another dog but she can be pretty intimidating looking and she knows it. So, my inner dog mom starts freaking out about Nittany not being able to play well with others and I started asking myself “Why can’t my dog be friendly and well adjusted? She’s not going to have any friends acting like this! What could I have done differently to make her nicer?!” At this point I have my eagle eyes on Nittany and am not letting her out of my sight in fear that she is going to try to intimidate the wrong dog and someone is going to take her out.
This is Nittany – She’s a Bully
Fast Forward…We come almost full circle around the pond and Paterno found a ball so we could really get serious about playing fetch in the water. My husband would throw the ball to the middle of the pond and Paterno would excitedly swim out to get it and bring it back. This went on for quite awhile until I noticed that when Paterno brought the ball to us his nose was completely crooked. It was so weird looking – like he had broken his cute little nose. He wasn’t bothered by it at all and would just whimper for us to throw the ball back in the pond. We let him go back in one more time before I really started to freak out about the crooked nose and announced we were packing up and going home. I kept looking at his nose and again the crazy inner dog mom came out and I started thinking “we have to get him to the emergency vet immediately! and how is he going to breathe with this crooked nose?” I was nervous putting him in the back of the truck for the 30-minute drive home expecting the worse when we finally got home. We pull in to our driveway and open the tailgate and he begs to be lifted out so I pick him up and look straight in to his face and his nose is completely straight again. All that worrying (and Googling) for nothing! I had whipped myself up in to a frenzy over his nose and it turned out just to be some weird thing that fixed itself.
This is Paterno – He’s a Klutz!
So here I am with my bully dog and my accident-prone dog and I am so grateful that they are dogs and they probably won’t end up in counseling one day talking about how much I screwed them up. It’s days like this I realize that we have made the right decision in sticking with fur children.
Are you an overprotective pet parent? What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?