COOKIE'S ENDURING LEGACY
Friday, December 18, 2009 at 06:13PM
For many of us, the affectionate companionship of a pet is the most special friendship we can ever experience.
Cats, dogs, exotic birds, even tropical fish, etc., awaken our deepest emotions and bless the human spirit with unexpected degrees of compassion, understanding, and patience.
Every pet is special and unique. We celebrate their brief time with us, and deeply mourn their passing.
Over the years, I have been trained and manipulated by five very special dogs: Cookie; Holly; Noel; Pebbles; and Tejana Borracha. Each one has a story. Each one has been a Best Friend and precious beyond earthly value.
COOKIE’S story begins in the early 1960’s. She was the love child of an accidental tryst between a blond Cocker Spaniel temptress and a snow-white Poodle Romeo. She was tiny, cute and cuddly, with the dark soulful eyes of her mother and the spirited intelligence of her father.
Throughout my childhood, I had begged and pleaded for a dog. My parents could not be moved. “The City is no place for a dog,” they said.
My mother was a little afraid of dogs, and could not tolerate the possibility of flying fur or accidental droppings spoiling the cleanliness of the house.
My father liked animals (especially horses), and had dogs and cats around the house during his childhood; but he never thought of any of them as his very own pet.
Oh, dogs were nice enough (sometimes), and cats kept mice and rats away. “WHEN THAT DOG SITS UP AND TELLS ME HE WON’T BITE, THAT’S WHEN I’LL BELIEVE HIM!” was his philosophy. Plus, “DOGS AND CATS WERE MEANT TO LIVE OUTSIDE, NOT INSIDE THE HOUSE!” You see, my father spoke very loudly and with supreme authority.
And so it went, for twenty years. I grew. I prospered. I longed for a dog, and knew that someday, when I was in charge, a dog would be mine.
That day came when my husband (then fiancé) and I saw Cookie. It was love at first sight, and I plucked her from the kennel and named her before the money was even paid.
The soon-to-be-newlyweds cooed and hugged this furry bundle with scant thought about parental approval. Heck, we were in love. She was adorable. The in-laws would just have to tough it out for a year-and-a-half.
To put it delicately, her introduction to my parents began with a SQUAT and a SPOT.
They were not impressed.
We were worried.
My father spouted several epithets.
My mother ran for the Lysol.
I ran for Cookie and the front door. And my fiancé sat down and waited for everyone to calm down. When order was restored, Cookie was the one who took charge.
With a little woof, and that kind of lopsided trot that most puppies have, she boldly confronted my parents and nailed them with puppy-eyes filled with remorse.
They were not (yet) enchanted, but agreed to house her for ‘just the weekend.’ So, newspapers were spread thickly on every floor surface, and little doggie dishes were placed in the kitchen.
On Monday morning, all was well and her visitor’s permit was up-graded to probation status. Glory be! She was in!
It didn’t take long before my parents were hooked. Cookie was housebroken in a flash, and her gentle, loving nature had them fussing over her as if a new (human-style) baby had just arrived.
She was definitely pampered to excess, but returned our love ten-fold.
Since my father worked the night shift, Cookie became Daddy’s little girl during the daytime. He slept. She slept – on the bed – with him. He ate. She ate. He went to work. She, well... Let’s just say that she was an expert in time management and kept Mom and me on our toes and at her beck and call.
The year-and-a-half flew by.
As wedding plans progressed, I swear, the possibility of Cookie trotting down the aisle, dressed as a flower girl, with a petal-filled basket in her mouth, briefly crossed our minds.
On my wedding day, Cookie was right in the middle of the excitement. She went from room to room, greeted bridesmaids, helped me cope with my fears, and comforted Mom and Dad.
During that hectic morning, my father retreated to the basement Rec-Room with Cookie. One if his sisters found him there with tears in his eyes. "I’m losing my two girls,” he said, “Cookie... and... Maureen.” (Notice whom is mentioned first!)
This rough-and-tumble man survived the Great Depression, Prohibition, and the countless battles that many males of his generation fought. Fists and ferocity were the legacy of those hard times. Yet, his tears that day made him more of a man than any victory in battle.
As we bid our families and guests farewell, and left on our honeymoon, the old saying A SON IS A SON ’TIL HE TAKES A WIFE, BUT A DAUGHTER IS A DAUGHTER FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE, was much on my mind.
Our honeymoon in Jamaica was wonderful and our thoughts of the future naturally included our families. But even the romance of a beautiful tropical island could not solve our most pressing problem: COOKIE.
We all loved her and wanted her. My parents NEEDED her.
It was the Wisdom of Solomon that directed our first major decision as husband and wife. Cookie, of course, must remain with Mom and Dad. It was a bittersweet decision; but it was the right decision.
Mom cooked special meals and sewed little coats for her. Daddy put bows on her and proudly took her (in full regalia) on trips and neighborhood walks.
A baby seat was even adapted for Cookie’s comfort and scenic viewing pleasure during automobile trips.
She was the proud owner of her own baby stroller, and drew many stares and chuckles along the seashore Boardwalks of New Jersey.
Yes, she became their little girl, and lived a luxuriously happy life.
Cookie will always be a precious part of my life. In her own special way, she was a Best Friend, Teacher, Child, Sister, and Healer.
When my father passed away, I know Cookie was there to greet him. She will be there for me, too.
Our pets are God’s special gifts. Please treasure them at Christmas, and all the year-round.
Today’s recipe cannot be measured in cups or spoons. It is healthy, non-fattening, and can be served at any time.
COOKIE’S LEGACY
Combine the following ingredients. Blend thoroughly and replenish often.
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#TOLERANCE
#COMPASSION
#PATIENCE
#GENEROSITY
#INTEGRITY
#COMMON SENSE
#TRUST
#DETERMINATION
#WISDOM
#FRIENDSHIP
#ENTHUSIASM
#HUMOR
Share mixture with everyone you meet. Reserve heaping portions for your pets. Lavish mixture on your children, and teach them the recipe.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!
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