I can’t believe it, but neither Kate nor I have written much about our dog Schnitzel up to this point. Schnitzel is the love of our lives… he is our 3 year old, 90 pound, chocolate labradoodle. He is (in my completely biased opinion) the cutest and sweetest dog in the entire world. We got him a few months after Kate and I got married. I always knew I wanted to get a dog at some point, but knew it would be a lot of work and time, and wasn’t sure I was ready for the responsibility immediately. But Kate knew she we wanted a dog as soon as we said our vows. Despite my reluctance about the timing, I knew it would be wonderful to have a pet of our own (I grew up with dogs my whole life), so we started the search for the newest member of our family. After a few weeks of doing nothing but searching for puppies on the internet, Kate found Schnitzel. He was bred in Indiana, so as soon as he was old enough to be weaned from his mother, he was shipped on a plane to us in Boston (which I think was somewhat traumatic and we won’t do that to a puppy again). Here’s us meeting him (at the airport) for the first time:
We absolutely fell head-over-heels in love with him the moment we saw him. Now, two and a half years later, I can’t imagine our life without Schnitzel. He is pretty much the center of all of our activities and conversations, and we sing his name into silly lyrics to every song that comes on the radio (who knew Schnitzel was such a sing-songy name?). I love Schnitzel more than I thought I could ever love an animal. Sometimes I annoy Kate by saying that I don’t know if I could ever love our future children as much as I love him. I realize this is probably not true, but there is a part of me that thinks it could be the case.
We often wonder how Schnitzel will handle having a baby in our family (someday soon, I hope!), and I actually think that it is one of the things I most look forward to about having a child. I think that Schnitzel will be one of those loving, protective pets who will completely adore and take care of our baby, just like Nana from Peter Pan. The other day I had a friend over to discuss some potential video work, and she brought her 5 month old baby with her. Schnitzel was super curious about this tiny thing that entered his house. He jockeyed for a front-row seat and sniffed the new smells. He even managed a few licks! (I can only assume that not all new parents want a giant dog in their baby’s face, so I had to keep Schnitzel a respectful distance away from the little one). Even in his curiosity he was completely gentle though and I think he will be the perfect Nana to our baby someday. The thought of our absolutely giant dog sitting in the back seat of our car with a tiny baby in the car seat next to him is just a priceless image that I can’t wait to actually see.
I imagine our baby will be constantly covered in doggie kisses, but hey, dogs’ mouths are supposed to be cleaner than ours! (Although, as a self-proclaimed germophobe, I’m not sure I believe that).