Life Lessons from Dogs Loyalty

Molly and Storm. Family ties.

Molly and Storm. Family ties.

 

My College Kid completed his Fall Semester at USC. To celebrate we broke bread over teriyaki chicken bowls. Sitting beside me I overheard two 20-Somethings at the next table.

One guy said, “My family flies in tonight and they asked to stay at my place for two nights.”

“How long will they be here?” his friend asked.

“Nine days! I agreed to the two nights, which I didn’t really want to do, so they must be thinking: ‘Why can’t we just stay nine?’”

Even if you shrug off familial responsibility most of the year, during the winter holidays, your goose is cooked. While you’re tidying the guest bedroom and struggling to find matching wine glasses, remember family can be a good thing. It took two dogs to remind me of that.

My rescue American Bulldog, Molly, has velvet-soft ears and a gentle demeanor. On the other paw, my mom’s white-socked, jet-black Husky, Storm, is a macho guy straight from the backcountry of Alaska. When the two met, Storm told Molly to go back where she came from by biting her cheek. Blood was drawn. A scar was formed. A sour beginning, indeed. Molly plotted her revenge and the next time they met, she bit back. He’s lucky not to be sporting an eye patch.

Hoping for reconciliation, I walked them together on weekends. The attacks ceased, but they never played. If one had to be a guest at the other’s house, neither seemed terribly pleased about the arrangement, just like the guys having lunch beside my College Kid and me.

One weekend as I walked Molly and Storm we encountered a beefy brown Labrador. Storm snarled. The Lab’s owner failed to notice that his dog had focused on Storm in a very menacing way. Within seconds, the Lab took off, dragging his owner behind him. Storm threw himself around while I struggled to hold him back. Suddenly, the Lab twisted out of his collar and charged across the grass at us.

“No, No, No!” I screamed as the Lab chomped down on Storm’s neck and buried his teeth into the husky’s fur.

Storm stared up at the sky as if in prayer, as if to say “Oh, no.”

Out of nowhere, Molly tugged hard and I felt the leather leash slip from my grip. She swung her ample jaw and wrapped it around the Lab’s thick neck. He looked like a canine Shake Weight.

The Lab let go of Storm, I almost peed in my pants and Molly released the Lab. I recovered the leash, sought out the nearest restroom and squeezed both dogs into the stall with me.

When I got home, something odd happened. Storm and Molly began to run and play. The close shave brought them closer. They might not have liked each other before, but they now realized the value of family.

 

Author Description

Cynthia Baseman

Cynthia Baseman is the author of 'Love, Mom: A Mother's Journey from Loss to Hope.' She writes about motherhood, the environment and education.

There are 3 comments. Add yours

  1. 21st December 2012 | Roberta berkowitz says: Reply
    yeah Molly . what a good dog . scary situation though .
  2. 21st December 2012 | hayleykaplan says: Reply
    Nice to see that even canines can count on family when it matters most! Yay for Molly.
  3. 21st December 2012 | Christina Simon says: Reply
    You know I love Molly! The Husky's cute too!

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