It happened that Grandma Marbles (who will, from here on out, be known as Grandma, because "Mom," Allie told me the other day, "I don't want to say Grandma Marbles anymore, I just want to say Grandma.") made some exceptionally good cinnamon rolls the other night. Allie told me "Mom, I want to go to Maggie's house. But I don't want Cinnamon [the dog] to be there. I don't like Cinnamon, I only like Cinnamon rolls." As most of you know, Cinnamon has done nothing wrong. It's just that Allie was born (yes, BORN) with a fear of dogs. Cinnamon weighs about three pounds five ounces and is about seven inches long (give or take). But still, Allie won't go near him. When our neighbors got a new dog (which is even smaller then Cinnamon) it sent Allie and Detmer running the other way, screaming.
Which is why you will be surprised at the rest of this story.
Last night, Grandpa Greg (yes, I was also informed on Tuesday "Mom, I don't say Grandpa Eggy anymore, I say Grandpa Greg.") stopped by and arrived at our house shortly before Giff. I was telling my dad that Giff was on his way, with his new dog in tow. Allie and Detmer were eating dinner at the time, but still, talking about a dog showing up at our house I was pretty surprised by the calm that was in our house. I thought maybe Allie wasn't listening to us. So I asked "Allie, did you hear whose coming over?" "Gifford!" She responded. "And guess what he's bringing." "Speghetti," she answered casually. It could have been a good or a bad thing that Allie didn't realize that rather then speghetti, we were saying Geddy, the name of the dog.
That's not the part that will surprise you, though, because you might have already realized that Geddy kind of does sound like speGHETTI.
So Geddy shows up and Allie does the usual. Leaps into my arms, whimpers, keeps a death grip on me. Detmer is much more brave. He enjoyed petting Geddy. I credit myself with what happened next (remember? The surprising part) I kept telling Allie to look how pretty Geddy's face is. "Look at her face. Isn't she so so cute?" I would ask. And Geddy does have an innocent little face. Somehow, this endeared Allie to her. Pretty soon, Allie was running over, petting Geddy, and running right back to me. Giff said "she's really soft, huh?" And you could almost see Allie thinking about how she didn't have time to discover the softness in the quick pet. So we asked if she wanted to do it again. And she did! She was petting little Geddy for several minutes. I was SO excited!!! I wondered if there is hope for her yet. I don't want her to live her life with such a horrible fear.
We said our good-byes to Grandpa GREG, Giff, and Geddy. I went to the gym. When I got home, Allie and Detmer were in the bath. When I walked into the bathroom Allie said, "Mom, I want a dog just like Geddy!" She asked again today if we can get a dog like Geddy. And Detmer is bragging "Geddy kissed me!" What?! Here I thought I was going to be a mom whose forever had to protect her children from the big bad dogs of the world, instead I'm going to be one of those mom's who has to constantly tell my children "no! We are NOT getting a dog." (Thanks to my sis-in-law who has forever convinced me that no matter how cute, loving, etc dogs are, they are too much work!)
The kicker here is this: Cinnamon is a tiny little Yorkie. Geddy is part pit-bull. THAT'S the one she takes to? Okay, so if anybody comes across a mix of a Great Dane and Bull Dog, I may just have to take it home with me. I'm sure it would be love at first sight.
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