May 2019 – Me and the Doods.com

Happy Birthday Stanley

It’s hard to believe that Stanley turned one this week. I’m having such guilt about not throwing him a party but I did sing “Happy Birthday.” The only problem is that the way he was staring at me and tilting his head back and forth, I think I may have been hurting his ears.

It seems like just yesterday that I was falling in love with the tiny puppy cuddled in my lap. Now I could probably fit in his lap

GUS Do dogs have laps?

ELBEE No they don’t.

Watching him go through different ages and stages has been a fascinating journey. I don’t remember the other Doods changing so much from month to month. It’s probably because I’ve been writing about him. Let’s be honest, if I didn’t have baby books for the daughters and they asked me trick questions like “at what age did I walk?” I’d have to make up the answers. Just kidding.

ELBEE Way too much oversharing. Not kidding.

GUS Do I have a babybook?

There have always seemed to be two Stanleys, the sweet well behaved one and the totally trying one. From toddler to teen, he could be cuddling one minute and then carrying on like a silly puppy the next. At one point, when he was being disruptive in class, I even asked the trainer what was wrong with him and she replied, “Oh he’s a teenager.”

I’m not saying he’s perfect, far from it, but the last month or so has been a real calming period which is fortunate because he is a big boy! He plays beautifully with Gus and Elbee, seeming to realize that his size can be intimidating. He follows me and the husband around the house, just wanting to be near us. When we come home, he’s the picture of sheer quiet joy, no mouthing, no barking.

When we’re out walking, he’s showing more impulse control. I can see there are times when he’s ready to jump on someone but then somehow stops himself. We met a woman in a wheelchair and he just leaned against her while we talked.

On the other hand, he is a huge attention seeker. If I start to brush one of the other two, he will push them out of the way so that I’ll brush him. If someone is not giving him the attention he thinks he deserves, he has a ridiculous go to move. He starts spinning around yanking on his own leash, or on Gus’s if he’s with us. Unfortunately, it works. People usually start laughing and are immediately engaged.

I was afraid I had another diva in the making but I suddenly realized that he was the definition of a ham, someone who says and does silly things to get attention. I confess, he gets it from my side of the family.

His namesake, my brother Stanley, was a ham in the very best sense of the word. Whether it was an audience of two or two hundred he would have them eating out of his hand. My father was the ultimate ham. When I was a little girl we’d spend summers at my grandparents’ hotel in the Catskills. My dad would emcee the shows and entertain the guests. He was that guy…the one everyone knew and loved.

When, with luck, the day comes that Stanley is a therapy dog, being a ham may be a good thing. He can shower people with love and kindness and then leave them laughing.

Gus Loves the Dodgers

Hard as it is to believe, I recently turned down the chance to throw out the first pitch at a Dodger game.

ELBEE I for one am shocked.

It was Pups in the Park night at the stadium. Since UCLA is now in partnership with the Dodgers, someone from the People Animal Connection was getting the honors. Most people who know me would assume that I’d jump at the chance. Unfortunately, the inner, shy non-athlete of my childhood couldn’t find the courage to step up to the plate.

THE DOODS That is just sad and also a terrible pun.

To be totally honest, my real fear was that I might hit a player with the ball. I’m not the most coordinated person on the planet. I could just see it on social media, “Grandmother injures Dodger” as she tries to throw out first pitch.

GUS As a huge fan, I was very disappointed.

Gus is not kidding. He truly has become a fan. He’s been to the event before but this year he was like a giddy kid from the moment we arrived. It may stem from the January morning he spent with Kenta Maeda when some of the Dodgers visited Mattel Children’s Hospital. He thinks they’re buddies.

With over 700 dogs attending, there was a festive atmosphere from the moment we walked through the gate. Gus was all over the place, greeting everyone and mingling with his buddies from PAC. He and Fred, a huge Golden Doodle, had crossed paths at hospital events but seemed to strike up a real friendship.

ELBEE OMG does she realize that they were “photo bombed” by a butt?

During the dog parade around the warning track, with his blue hair dye and Dodger t-shirt, he got a lot of smiles and a few laughs from people in the stands. I almost expected him to do a parade wave. Oh wait, that would be me.

When we got to our seats up in the all-you-can-eat pavilion, his demeanor changed. Gus actually sat down to watch the game. A lot of the dogs sprawled under the seats or scouted around for food. Not Gus. Settled on the husband’s lap, he kept his eyes on the field. If I didn’t know better, I would swear he understood baseball.

This has nothing to do with the Dodgers but it was too good not to share. Yesterday I was crossing a busy street in Tarzana with Stanley, who is big, fluffy and white like Charley was, prancing by my side. Suddenly, a woman waiting for a light called from her car, “Weren’t you in I Love You Man?” When I proudly answered “yes, I was” she said “that’s my favorite movie.”

ELBEE Really? Our self-appointed Pack Leader may be having one of the longest fifteen minutes in history!

The Grandma Train

Other than being a mother to the daughters and to the Doods

ELBEE Not necessarily in that order

being a grandmother is one of the greatest gifts in my life. Lately though, I’ve been getting all sorts of signs that I may have missed the grandma train.

First, I saw three annoying yentas on tv pitching their show, Bubbie Knows Best. I’m an annoying yenta. Why wasn’t I contacted?

ELBEE I can’t disagree with her. Not even an audition? I’m stumped.

Then I saw a review for a book titled, Stories for My Grandchild. Ok, I admit that I was a little jealous that I hadn’t written it but that’s not what really got to me. The author was described as an “influencer!” What is an influencer and how exactly do you get to be one? Do you need a YouTube show? Don’t I influence people?

ELBEE The only thing she’s influenced me to do is to get therapy.

Then I saw another book called Nanaville, “witty advice on modern grand parenting (spoiling the kids is out!)”. Really? I was at Target with my grandkids and assured them that it was my job to spoil them. Maybe it’s time for another book.

As if all of this wasn’t enough, then there was the conversation between my daughter and her daughter. I won’t mention which daughter. I’ll only say that she’s the one who has the most vivid memories of my bodybuilding days.

Not only did I compete when they were young and I was young. I went back and did masters when I was in my forties and they were in their teens. It was a little odd to hear voices in the audience yelling out, “Mom, flex your abs.”

THE DOODS This is way too much information.

My ten year old granddaughter was complaining about something in her life, some typical childhood drama. That’s when the daughter informed her that her childhood was nothing compared to what she went through. Warming up to the subject, she explained how grandma, with a perpetual fake tan, would get up on stage in a bathing suit and flex her muscles. My granddaughter kind of knew but had never had it explained so graphically.

With all of this oversharing, I might as well put up this photo taken backstage at a competition. And yes, the daughters were with me. If you look at the cap, you’ll see that I was a Dodger fan even then. Coincidentally, I’ll have Dodger news next week.

ELBEE I’m sure that’s the first thing people noticed but nice tie in to her Dodger post.

On a serious note, I want to say thank you to the daughters for filling my heart with joy and for making me a grandma. I also want to wish a happy Mother’s Day to all of the special women in my life for caring and sharing. And to my mom, who has been gone for so many years, I miss you and I’m thinking about you. The daughters would have loved you.

An Afternoon at the Salon

Brian and Daniel, owners of the Syndicate in Encino, are not only hairdressers extraordinaire but dog lovers extraordinaire. For years I’ve been bringing the Doods into the salon to socialize. It’s great for training because there are so many people to dote on them plus there are lots of noises and distractions. Not to mention, it’s a very fitting place for therapy dogs because, let’s face it, getting your hair done is therapy.

ELBEE A little makeup does it for me.

The first time Stanley visited, he was a tiny fur ball. People took turns holding and cuddling him. By our next visit, he had already grown so much that picking him up was not an option.

While he was cutting my hair last week, Brian mentioned that they were going to do a photo shoot for the salon and asked if I could bring Stanley. I couldn’t say yes fast enough. I am a true stage mother at heart.

On Tuesday as I was driving him there I was afraid that goofy puppy would show up instead of “maturing” Stanley. I needn’t have worried. From the moment he pranced though the front door, he was in his element. I don’t know if it’s a Doodle thing or a diva thing but it was easy to see that he has learned from the best.

ELBEE & GUS Thank you.

The circumstances were perfect. He was the center of attention. Everyone was petting and hugging him. He didn’t have to compete with Elbee or Gus.

GUS Trust me. He competes. If we’re out walking and someone pays attention to me, Stanley starts dragging me around by my leash. Its embarrassing.

Not once did he bark or jump on anyone. He was calm. He was sweet. He let us put him in a robe. He posed under the dryer. He sat in one of the chairs and let Jenna, whom I think he considers to be his personal stylist, work on his hair. With very little coaxing from me or the photographer, he looked right at the camera.

He even had his own “glam squad” of paparazzi. For a fun touch, they brought him a cappuccino.

ELBEE Cappuccino? I love my groomer Marsha but in all these years she’s never offered me so much as a cup of coffee.

Looking back at this photo of Charley, it’s seems as if it’s come full circle, although an unusual circle. I have been so blessed to have been a part of what Charley, Elbee and Gus have accomplished over the years. I have also had such a good time. Stanley has a way to go before, fingers crossed, he’ll be ready to work, but he’s already brought me so much joy.