iPad For Dogs
I finally caved in to my daughter’s wishes to get a family dog. Ever since she could talk, she’s asked if we could get one. For nearly 14 years I denied her, saying that a dog is too much responsibility. In truth, I love dogs, but when I was growing up in Wahiawa we owned a Siberian husky. He was literally a family member. When our dad died, I think our dog was heartbroken.
Ever since then I didn’t think I could devote the kind of time or emotion it takes to own a dog. Well, you know how they say, “the right time and the right place.” The other Sunday our daughter sent me a phone picture of a Maltichon puppy. That’s a mix of Maltese and Bichon. For our family it was love at first sight, and we decided to give the little guy a home. I claimed the right to name him “Buddy.”
Of course, he wasn’t paper trained, so that became our first mission. It was more like having a newborn baby in the house. So much joy, but so much work. We tried making him go on newspaper, but he ended up going No. 1 on my shirt and No. 2 under my favorite reading chair. I decided I would consult an expert. The next day at work I spoke with our resident dog whisperer and sales manager Sandi. When I told her I was using newspaper to train Buddy, she scolded me, saying that wasn’t done anymore.
She told me I need to go out and buy a product called “Wee-Wee Pads.” I looked at her and said, “You’re joking, right?” She was dead serious. That evening on the way home, I stopped at a pet supply store. I figured I would cut to the chase and ask a clerk where these pads were located. I found a pretty rugged-looking clerk and decided to ask him. This is what came out of my mouth, “Excuse me, do you guys carry wuh, wuh, ahahahaha!” I could not get myself to say “Wee-Wee Pads” without totally cracking up with laughter.
The guy must have thought I was “punking” him and he walked away shaking his head. I eventually found my Wee-Wee Pads for our little Buddy. That’s when I received a call from my wife asking me to pick up pads of another type from the grocery store on my way home. Dog gone it!
