The day Coho had his cake…..and we ate it too

(Warning: this one’s a little sad. But don’t you be. I’m not. I’m grateful for every experience I’ve had, good and heartbreaking, because this is my story, this life, and it’s a good one.)

Let me tell you a few things about this guy:

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This is Coho, he’s 10 years old, and he LOVES cake. If he was human, he would probably have to go to a support group for it. But he’s not, he’s just my baby, and so he only eats it whenever he can sneak it (or when I bake it for him on his birthday…..don’t tell the vet!)

You’re probably wondering how my dog “sneaks” a cake. That has to be hard right? A cake? Well here’s the story of how it happened the first time.

Chase, my youngest nephew, was turning 3. We always have our birthday parties at my parent’s house, its tradition, and Chase was having a Thomas the Train party. My mom and I had made him a cake earlier that day but she had run out of regular food coloring so we had to use the special box of neon colors. We dyed the frosting electric blue and then used it to cover the beautiful, perfect cake before I piped Thomas’ face on top. Three candles and it was done.

At the party, we all gathered around our little boy as he opened presents in the living room. Then, when it was time for the birthday cake, I headed to the kitchen. I always carry the cake out to the birthday girl or boy as the rest of the family joins in with our loud, off-key voices to sing “Happy Birthday.” I walked through the small hallway to the kitchen right as Coho was running out. At first, I just stared, confused by the sight of him. Then I screamed. “Danny!!!!”

Coho’s white beard was neon blue. I mean, n-e-o-n. I ran the next few steps to the cake and saw that what had once been a 12” round Thomas the train cake was now a 6” round blue smear with a saggy candle sticking out the top. Danny came in behind me and we both stared with our jaws hanging open before he ran after Coho.

In the end, I lit 3 candles, hovered closely over half the cake (thankfully he had eaten it pretty much perfectly in half, not just the whole top) and I stood up higher than our poor little Chase so that he couldn’t really see the whole thing. And then…..yep, we all ate the cake. The rest of it, I mean.

That was 7 ½ years ago, and yes, Coho would do exactly the same thing today or tomorrow or the next day if given the chance. We never trained it out of him. We tried, sort of. But here’s one more thing to know about Coho. He’s my baby. By that, I mean really, he’s my baby. I got him the day after I had my first miscarriage. We had been looking for a dog for about 8 months but hadn’t found the right match. And then, something terrible happened to me one day, and finding Coho was the something wonderful that happened the next.

Even right now, at 11:44pm as I’m writing in my living room because I can’t sleep, I hear a little scratch on the bedroom door.

(pause)

I went to open it, knowing that it would be Coho. It always is. If I can’t sleep, neither can he. So I let him out, him with his inflatable cone around his neck (story for another time), and smile at this cute little boy of mine.

The one that made me smile when I first saw him, back on November 2nd, 2007. I remember the exact date we got him because I remember the day before it. And then I remember how this cake-eating, cuddle-bug of a dog has changed my life and at sometimes, seems to have made it. I think he deserves his own cake once a year, don’t you?

❤ L.D.

How much is that puppy in the window?

Every day when I come home from work, this is the vision that greets me….

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Baby Tanner (one of a couple other dogs that are randomly at our house), Coho, and Bandit.

 

 

Most of the time, you can insert our cat, Sheriff Callie into that picture as well. They are always in the window. We live on a street just up the block from an elementary school, so we have groups of kids walking back and forth in the morning and then again in the afternoon. There is nothing my dogs, Coho and Bandit, like better than to stare out the window, bark at every passerby, and wait oh so longingly for one of us to get home.

I’ll pull up, see my little family members sitting on the back of the couch and laugh at the sight of the three of them. You know how every neighborhood has a couple of houses with “reputations”?  Like th old lady with 13 cats or the neighbor that never leaves the front window. Well, I’m pretty sure we’re known on our block as the house with all the dogs literally smashing their faces up against the window.  Actually, I know we have that reputation because Danny and I have heard kids point our house out to their parents as they pass, and it doesn’t help that Bandy usually likes to rest one of her back paws up against the glass so you can see her belly, it just makes us weirder (or cuter, I tell myself).

Anyways, as soon as I pull up Coho’s tail will start wagging wildly and Bandit will undoubtedly stand up and smoosh her face against the glass. When I walk in the door they are the craziest, happiest and most adoring animals in the world. It’s like being alone for the last 3 hours has almost killed them. I’ll cuddle them for a moment before I go set all my stuff down in the kitchen and get a grab some water. Now that I’m home, they can all relax and it’s not uncommon for me to find them five minutes later curled up in my bedroom.

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Coho and Sheriff Callie

 

I die almost everytime. They are so perfect. I never grew up with cats and I’m still surprised every time how much she is like a dog (to be honest, I usually just think of her as a dog) and how much they all love each other. I’ll quickly grab my camera to take pictures of this “oh so adorable” moment and maybe have a chance to get one before…….

 

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Bandit completely blocking Coho from view and letting you get just a small glimpse of Sheriff Callie.

 

……………Bandit happens. This girl, I tell you. I love the girl but there are definitely some things about her that drive me bananas. For instance, her obsession with sticking her tongue in our mouths. She just can’t get enough kisses and it’s obnoxious sometimes. The funny thing is that I know that Bandit and I have a lot in common, and those are the things that drive me crazy about her. She is a mirror of my vices.

I remember in high school, my parents had to gently tell me that I didn’t have to say “I love you” 15 different times whenever I left they house. They knew I loved them and they loved me too. I went through a phase (like 8 years) where I would literally tell them I loved them, blow them an air kiss and then leave, only to return 4 seconds later to say it again….and again…..and again. I think I was afraid they wouldn’t really know it. I’m sure they had moments when they thought, “whoa….she’s a lot.” Sort of how I feel about Bandit when she is licking my face.

Or, there is the time I accidentally told my husband (we had just begun dating) that I loved him. We were on the phone and it just came out. Sort of like, “Ok bye. I love you….. (long pause)…..I mean I really like you?” Then I hung up. But the thing was, I did love him, and I’m the girl that can’t stop saying it.  Better he knew that early on in the game.

And even though, sometimes it can drive me nuts, one thing I’ve come to learn is that my picture of Bandy all smashed up against the lens is just about as perfect as the adorable picture of Coho and Sheriff Callie cuddling up together. I know all you can see is her, but you know what? That’s ok.  She’s just reminding me that she loves me, one more time. Just in case I didn’t really know it yet.  And so, to answer my earlier question, the dogs in the window are priceless.