My husband and I are dildos, or so I’ve been told.
It’s the latest in a series of clever acronyms used to describe one’s socioeconomic position. Remember yuppies? Well, that apparently wasn’t specific enough. Now we’ve got people who are DINKs (double income, no kids), OINKs (one income, no kids) or even SINBADs (single income, no boyfriend, absolutely desperate).
But we’re DILDOs — Double Income Little Dogs Only — and happily so. Our family is quite complete with little Briscoe and Ebert, two miniature wiener dogs, who have been part of our lives for the last nine years. However, with these 10-pound money traps, it’s a good thing that they are adorable and that there is double income in play.
Our smug friends with kids think we’ve taken the easy way out and simplified our lives by ‘just having dogs’, but I double-dare them to complain about the cost of diapers.
Our dogs have had so many weirdo afflictions and ailments that we have often joked that the P.A.S, or Puppies’ Aid Society, would soon be called in to investigate the home environment.
Ebert, our youngest, has had three surgeries at the Ontario Veterinary College (OVC) in Guelph to repair slipped discs in his back — a not uncommon reality for many dachshunds due to their elongated spines.
Despite our best efforts to protect our delicate boy — my husband even hand-made ramps so there would be no jumping on or off the couches — Ebert’s back gave out on three different occasions, threatening paralysis. Like a trooper, he’s bounced back each time, saving himself the indignity of having to wheel himself around in one of those makeshift doggie carts.
He was the first-ever dog to take OVC’s brand new MRI machine for a test drive a few years back. You might be on a waiting list for two years to get your hip or knee scanned, but show up with the cash and your beloved weenie is zapped within the hour. He’s had two.
He also has a regular appointment with his doggie ophthalmologist (yes, that exists), who proclaimed him to be the first dachshund he’s ever seen with an eye condition previously only associated with shelties. The doctor was much more excited about making veterinary history than we were.
Did I mention that he was also poisoned by a dog-food manufacturing error? As luck would have it, both dogs eat the same food so it was not one, but two poisoned dogs in the household.
Aside from his poisoning, Briscoe, the more robust of the two, went spontaneously deaf last year, leading to his first MRI. He was subsequently diagnosed as not deaf, but rather ‘a little slow’. According to the Montreal-based veterinarian who gave us the news in broken English, “How do you say?... If he was a boy, he wouldn’t have gone very far in school.”
Alas, you do what you’ve got to do for your loved ones, whether you’re a dink, oink, dildo or, gasp, nuclear family.
As for the Sinbads, they stick with cats.