Sunday

Daddy Daddy Daddy...

Daddy Daddy Daddy...  I've heard those words a million times before, And now the're here again, but in a different way.  When my firstborn son was about five years old, we would sit on the front porch and talk "man to man."  We sat in the old wooden porch swing, me trying to relax and reflect on the day, Brad asking questions like a machine gun.   The subject never started with, "Daddy, can I play? Daddy, how far away is the moon?"  Every question started with "Daddy Daddy Daddy, can I play?" Daddy Daddy Daddy how far is the moon?" and if he asks one question, he asks thousands, Brad was a talker and was a dreamer.  Over his young years, I came to appreciate our Daddy-time, and it was enjoyable to watch my son develop into a young man, husband, and Father, Doctor and teacher.  Daddy-time is now few and far between because of our schedule, but so many sweet memories take me back to that porch swing on a summer evening.  

Brad, I guess I answered the questions right!
When we moved to the country, our kids went their own way, and I kinda missed Daddy-time.  As we acquired dogs and pups, Daddy-time came back in another form.  As we helped Momma dog whelp the pups, we held each one as life entered their little lungs and nursed them throughout their young life, me becoming a new Daddy.  I had a common bond with every dog that was ever here as I saw them develop and I held and cuddled each and every one of them for 8-10 weeks. I can't tell you the countless times my shoes were untied and the wet faces I got from the pups.  Most nights before I turned in for the night, the last thing the puppies saw was me leaning into their kennel wishing them a good night and softly singing to them.  The little pups would cock their head from side to side with amazement, and when I finished, all of them would lick my face and nose and then off to sleep, they would go. Something I eminently enjoyed.  As I have said to anyone that would listen, “It might be your dog, but it will always be my pup” and I feel the same way with the dogs we help through Clancy's Dream.


As we changed directions at the farm, we saw Daddy-time come back into focus again.  With the need to help the unloved and abused and Border Collies we work with; patience became a necessity and so did Daddy-time.   Sometimes it was needed more than others, but Daddy-time was always there when they needed support.  Even with my dogs, when trouble comes up, and they get spooked and seek protection, Daddy is not far away.  Just several days ago, JoJo fancies to play tough, but she really is a big sissy. She was licking the face of another dog that came to visit, she got scolded by the unfamiliar dog, and she yelped and came running to me and hid between my legs.  Daddy was there to protect her as is often the case.  Each of my dogs comes up to me several times of the day just to check if Daddy is still here.  



Nighttime is the best when we're watching TV for Daddy-time and they take turns climbing in my lap for that special time.  It's so pleasant when the dogs want to be with me because they are so comfortable with our relationship.  Everyone has a routine, and they usually stick to it.  With eight dogs, each has its own particular time to have their "own" Daddy-time.   Everyone has needs, and so do the dogs, they tell us by their motions, stares, barks, and when they flip your hand when you're eating or typing.  Just try to watch and look at their work through their eyes and you will know, Daddy/Mommy time is not only good for your dog but to you too.

Brad with Maddie, Daddy-time
There are reasons that things happen and even with the rescue dogs, they have needs too.  It's our job to love, comfort, and raise them to be responsible and be able to engage in life and to love others.  So, when you see your dog staring or laying in your lap or in Dutchess case, barking at you, they are saying Daddy Daddy Daddy and they need something.  Daddy-time is not far away and they may need some time and attention...  Who would think that 35 years ago, a moment would shape your world in a porch swing on a summer evening?  Life is amazing if we would just look and listen to what is trying to tell to us.  Ken