Let’s take a little break from the big C to talk about a little G. Gordon. Gordie Howe. Wee Gordy. The Brown One. Little Brown Dog. G-dog. Monkey Face.
Can you believe it’s been a whole year(ish) since this little face came into our lives?
Tuesday after Thanksgiving was when we went to go and pick out (but not take home) our puppy. The plan was to go and pick one but go back on Friday so we could spend a sleepless weekend with her rather than start mid-week. The plan did not go well. How could we leave that little face there for another 3 days?
In honour of our one-year puppy-versary here’s five things about the G-dog.
1. What’s in a name?
The Boy and I had been referring to “our dog Gordon” since we moved in together 3 years earlier. Gordon is named after Gord Downey the lead singer of The Tragically Hip – the Boy’s favourite and (until Shred Kelly came along) only band. When it came to actually getting a puppy we had many predetermined variables. Name. Breed. Colour. Sex wasn’t one of them – we didn’t want to be too picky! Gordon was the only brown (more gingerish really) puppy in her litter. Her litter-mates were all white. How could we not pick the one that was different? Clearly we needed the ginger dog. And so we have a girl, named Gordon. We have since met a giant boy dog named Kimberley. To each their own.
2. When we get a dog….
When the Boy first came home to meet the parents all those years ago he got his first real taste for what it means to have a city dog. He even went as far to say that if reincarnation is a thing – he wanted to come back as my parents’ dog. I can’t blame him. When we got a dog, he had some rules he wanted in place. Don’t teach the dog to lick your face – it’s disgusting. Must be well behaved. No dogs in our bed. I’m not claiming that I’m any less of a suck with her, but I will say the Boy has definitely let her lick his face, and while she’s pretty good – she did jump up on my lap while we were in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner this weekend. And as for the latter….
Gordon sleeps on our bed. In our bed. And on our pillows. If your arm is out to the side at all, she will curl herself up in the crook of your armpit and put her face next to yours. Like a person. I let her sleep on the bed one night when the Boy was away. The Boy officially liberated her on March break when she was spade. They say a picture is worth 1000 words.
3. The Road.
This might be a little TMI but this dog does not like to poop on grass. She’s a road girl. She’s been known to literally stop traffic when she decides it’s time to go. I think this is hilarious. Others have commented that it makes her the most princessy of all the princess dogs in our lives.
No picture of this one.
The dog loves socks. Most puppies seem to, but this one has not grown out of it. She will try and take them right off your feet if you’ll let her. When the Brother taught her the basement wasn’t scary but a wonderful magical place where all the socks get dumped on the floor… it was a good day in her life. A bit of a nightmare in ours.
5. Tragic Flaw.
Gordon has a PIERCING bark. As I type this she is barking at me because she wants to play and I’m typing. Despite her lack of English language skills , she’s pretty good at telling you what she wants, unfortunately she doesn’t typically let you know quietly. Only at ear piercing squeeky volumes.
However, despite this flaw, she makes up for it in her only-child suckiness. The best part of a sucky dog, how happy she is to see you. Gone for five minutes? Back from a day at work? Gone for two weeks? Devastated when you leave… but when you get back