If you want to see an improvement in your kids’ level of responsibility and behavior, you may want to get a dog.
That’s completely opposite the usual logic, right? Most of the time, we question whether children have the level of maturity and intelligence to care, feed, treat nicely, train, etc. I get it. I was right there where we had some serious doubts about how my 4-year-old and nearly 6-year-old would handle us getting a 50-pound greyhound through a rescue group.
When my kids were babies, we had a greyhound — a white with red brindle older girl — who tolerated them as long as we kept them far away from her. It wasn’t mutual love by any means. But it was our family for a while until the dog passed away. In the meantime, we’ve enjoyed several dog-free years which I now think of as both free and empty. The ability to leave the house for long periods of time without a care isn’t necessarily a greater feeling than that of wagging tail greeting you when you arrive home.
When you get a dog, it brings something to your lives and make something click. And I think my kids have figured that out without any kind of spoken conversation about it. You may get an “I love you” or catch them gently hugging their new friend. But, mostly, it’s a change in their habits.
Don’t get me wrong, my kids still fight and yell and have careless moments of forgetting their manners. But they’re learning quickly. Our new greyhound, Maggie, is teaching them things that we’ve tried but failed to get across. When we used to ask them to pick up toys it would fall on a deaf ear. When Maggie chews up a Lincoln Log because they didn’t pick it up as soon as they were done playing, it drives home an immediate point. You can’t take it out on the dog … the dog was just doing what it does. That becomes your problem — your failure — that you’ll remember to correct next time.
When you get a dog, it brings something to your lives and make something click. And I think my kids have figured that out without any kind of spoken conversation about it. It’s a change in their habits.
We were careful to select our new dog based on her reaction to the kids. Maggie doesn’t mind loud noises, extra smothering, hands all over her, or a gang of small voices all trying to talk to her at once. That’s important because no family should just run out and bring home any old animal. Maggie is gregarious to the point of us being able to take her to a crowded concert in the park during the first week we’ve had her. She relaxed on a picnic blanket while families around us ate dinner and thumping music filled the air. This dog has been through a lot so she takes most things in stride. She’s been to Texas, Alabama, Florida, a kennel in Chicago, a foster home, and now us. I’m not entirely convinced she thinks she staying. But I also think she realizes she’s got it pretty good if she’s “stuck” here. So far, we’ve gotten quite a few contented sighs as she sleeps on the couch — things a truly nervous dog wouldn’t be doing.
These kids though! They feed her, they play with her, they go for long walks (the rule is we have to hold the leash though), they snuggle her, they try to teach her a few tricks, they use quiet voices and keep food off the floor. They pick up their things and they’re careful to watch the dog to make sure she is safe and doesn’t get into trouble. It’s really quite amazing. They’re quite proud of her and are eager to tell anyone who’ll listen about it. Their favorite fact seems to be that Maggie will steal their shoes.
When Maggie’s foster family e-mailed to check on her recently, I replied that was I surprised at how mellow Maggie is. We’d been expecting a hyper, energetic 2-year-old but that’s only part of the truth. She definitely has a playful personality when she wants. Most of the time she’s easygoing and, frankly, a little aloof. My wife, at one point, even wondered aloud if she’s depressed.
I’d say that’s not the case given how clearly she enjoys a great many things around her. It’s more of a dog Zen. She’s the ultimate in family stability … things come and go and she remains steadfastly aware and taking it in but doesn’t react. She sleeps. She eats. She plays. She gives great kisses and begs for rubs. But mostly she just chills.
And the best part is it’s rubbing off on the kids.
A version of this first appeared on Newfangled Dad.