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By Mikko McPuppers (Guest columnist and best bud for B. Lynn Goodwin).

Mikko@8One day six years ago, I saw a woman sitting alone on the steps of the porch. She watched the other dogs lunge and play. We were all there to be adopted, and the others ignored her, but I saw potential.

When she wasn’t looking, I moved to the doormat behind her. It was a great place to watch… until she turned around.

Of course I looked away. That’s what you do when you’re a senior shih tzu and a person makes eye contact. Before I turned, though, I saw the oddest mixture of love and fear on her face. Maybe she’d never had a dog before.

When she turned back to talk to my foster mom, I crept closer. She looked. I looked away.

She put her hand out to pet me. It landed on my slobbery chin. “Yuck,” she said, pulling away. I like a person who isn’t clingy.

Later, she fastened my leash, and we walked away from the yipping, charging dogs. I liked strolling with her. I didn’t tug or stop to sniff. I didn’t mess the sidewalk.

When I heard her say, “This is easy,” I knew I’d found the perfect person to take me home. She’d be easy to train.


My beloved Mikko McPuppers, the world’s best senior shih tzu, wrote this column fourteen months ago. He’d been invited to write a column for a Petfinder newsletter headquartered in Nashville, TN. He wanted to introduce himself to his new audience.

I transcribe for him. He refuses to touch the Titanium Box with the black keys. The Titanium Box steals too much of my time and attention. It is his arch-nemesis. It is the Bluto to his Popeye.

Mikko and I “talk” about his next column while we walk. I nudge him to meet his deadline. I tell him he must be responsible. He usually looks away. I imagine he’s thinking, “It’s my column, Mommy. Let me do it myself.”

Nevertheless, we pick a topic or two. I tell him to get his thoughts together, knowing he’ll do it when the time is right. He’s very proud of his by-line.

Talking with Mikko calms my mind. I join him on his simple, serene level. The same thing happens when I read his column. I find it easy to write in his voice. All the gray areas of my life disappear. Mikko tells it like it is, and when I’m in his head, so do I.

He lives in a clear-cut, anxiety-free world. When he sees me stressing, he has one simple solution: Take that woman for a walk. Over the past six years, I’ve been surprised at how easily his walks shed my stress and slow my spinning mind. He’s a good dog, and he wants to please me.

One Sunday morning in early February of this year, Mikko stumbled out of the bedroom. He walked into walls and lurched like a drunk. I took him to the vet, who decided he’d had a minor stroke. He still walks unevenly, and some of his stubborn, fighting spirit has mellowed. He’s less aloof and wants affection. I pick him up to lift him into the car, and sometimes I hold him in my lap as if he were my baby.

Although we still walk with a leash, it’s no longer necessary. He’s not about to leave the person who opens dog food cans and cleans up his little “presents.” He knows he’s special. Not every dog is a columnist, and not every dog has his own last name.

Mikko McPuppers gives me unconditional love, and I will always be grateful for the ways he’s opened my heart.

Your Turn! Tell me about your favorite pet. What made/makes him or her special? Upload a picture if you can. You can write to me here, or write to me privately at [email protected].

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B. Lynn Goodwin is the author of You Want Me to Do WHAT? Journaling for Caregivers, available on Amazon. Her stories and articles have been published in Voices of Caregivers; Hip Mama; the Oakland Tribune; the Contra Costa Times; the Danville Weekly; Staying Sane When You’re Dieting; Small Press Review; Dramatics Magazine; Career; We Care;, Friction Literary Journal, and The Sun.

A former teacher, she conducts workshops and writes reviews for Story Circle Network and InspireMeToday. She’s working on a YA novel and brainstorming a memoir.

She’s the owner and editor of Writer Advice. Writer Advice recently celebrated its 16th year and runs contests for aspiring and published writers as well as sharing useful tips from experienced writers.

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  1. Yesterday a friend send me a sweet, warm, inspirational e-mail about dogs. The line “If someday you should lose everything, that way you will know how many real friends you have,” is between four dogs of homeless people holding their dogs.

    It gets better. We get to see lots of Army dogs and the respect paid to them.

    Then the e-mail brings up the subject of LOYALTY. “He’ll wait for you no matter how long you’re gone.”
    Mikko proved that again today. “A dog is the only thing that loves you more than he loves himself.”

    It finishes with “You can say any stupid thing to a dog and it will look at you as if to say,’My God, that’s fascinating! That never would have occurred to me.'”

    What did your dog say to you today?

  2. My dog came into my life at a time when I needed her most. I was not looking for a dog, in fact, a pet seemed like too much trouble. My children were at college and they were strapped with a puppy that they could not take care of during their finals. I agreed to assist and care for Roxy just until the quarter was finished. At that time, I was finishing chemo for colon cancer. Roxy proved to be a very good companion and very connected to me emotionally. There were times I would cry and felt scared. She would come and stare into my eyes and sometimes gently lay a paw on my leg or knee. She stayed with me until I smiled and petted her head, then she relaxed. She is the dog I certainly needed  at that very difficult time. Roxy has been at my side ever since (she is now nine years old).

    1. I love this, Bonnie. Clearly, your dog found you, picked you, and fell in love. Maybe we sometimes give dogs a purpose when we share our lives and our needs with them. Maybe that’s why we connect emotionally.

      Thanks so much for sharing this.


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