Every few weeks, someone from GoComics will blog about his or her dog. I became guilty of this infraction about a month into my internship, but seeing as GoComics is home to hundreds of comic strips about anthropomorphic animals, it’s hard not to relate our own pets to these strips and blog about our personal experiences with the animals we love. A few days ago, my boss asked me which comic strip I felt the most connected to, and I answered Peanuts. Here’s my reason for that answer:
Fifteen years ago, my sister and I pooled our allowances and cajoled our parents into letting us buy a dog. We picked out a beagle that was suffering from kennel cough, but behind her sad, puppy eyes, there was a sparkplug personality waiting to be unleashed. Being a beagle, and a sassy one at that, we aptly named her Lucy after the Peanuts character. Had she been a boy, we would have named her Snoopy. Like Snoopy, she promptly became a dynamic part of the nuthouse I call home.
I wish I could say my parents' dog-owning apprehensions washed away immediately with Lucy, but Lucy’s personality took some getting used to, much like the Peanuts character. When we put Lucy in her kennel at night, she would yelp until we put her in bed with one of us. When dinner rolled around, she would bark in our faces and refuse to eat her dog food until we graced her with some table scraps. (If you’ve ever heard a beagle howl, you know this routine can become tiring.) And there was no way we could ever get Lucy in the house without giving her a treat upon entry. She had us well-trained. We were under her spell, and we fell for her tricks every time.
Considering all we did to keep Lucy happy, she did more for us and she was worth every minute. Lucy always came to my soccer practices as a kid. When my sister grew up, Lucy was the only one willing to play in the snow with me. As I got older, she would sleep outside my bedroom door until I woke up, always making sure I had somebody to greet me in the morning. One time I slept through a series of tornado sirens, and Lucy woke me up by pawing at my door until she knew I was safe. When my sister and I left for college, Lucy became my dad’s constant companion. My mother, an avid gardener, became reliant on Lucy to keep the rabbits out of her vegetable garden. As Lucy, aged it became harder for her to chase the rabbits out of the yard, but the rabbits were still intimidated by her presences. Lucy filled voids in our hearts we didn’t know needed to be filled.
This past Friday night, like any normal night, Lucy laid down in our dining room and slipped away in her sleep. Needless to say, we’re heartbroken. Considering I’ve spent a majority of my life with Lucy by my side, I’ve had to get reacquainted to the house without her. Now dinnertime is awfully quiet without her beagle bark. It’s hard getting out of bed in the morning without hearing her snores coming from the other side of my bedroom door. The rabbits have already taken over my mom’s garden and this morning I struggled to read my GoComics page without being reminded of Lucy. I’ve lost a real pal, but I am so happy I got to spend 15 years with this sweet, warm puppy.
Which comic strip personality would your pet be? Leave your comments below.