Back in the 1950s, magazines taught women how to be the perfect hostess.
I’ve learned the same thing, but with a lot more dog hair. Because my golden retriever has taught me everything I need to know about making people feel welcome.
Two Extroverts On The Loose
Yes, I know that you introverts who are reading right now are shivering at the thought of unexpected guests dropping by.
But my dog Honey and I are both extroverts. So having company is fun.
At least it has become fun once I stopped worrying about stupid things like whether I was wearing make up, how long since I vacuumed, and whether I had anything to offer people to eat every time the door bell rang.
Luckily, I have Honey as an example of the perfect hostess.
Honey The Hostess
When the doorbell rings, Honey runs downstairs. She stands in front of the glass door swishing her floofie tail in a graceful rhythm.
As I open the door to say hello, Honey rushes forward to give her greeting then turns away to grab a gift from her basket—a tennis ball, a tug toy, or the remains of her stuffed lamb who has seen better days.
After I take our guest’s coat (this is Ithaca, they almost always have a coat), we sit down in the living room. Honey can’t stop wagging. And she shuffles around the room, frequently returning to our guest to make her feel even more welcome.
Honey never worries that her ball is too spitty. She doesn’t look twice at the dog hair dust rhinos blowing under the chair as we sit down. And she doesn’t worry about sharing her biscuits with our guest. That’s just not going to happen anyway.
In other words, Honey is the perfect hostess.
Don’t Worry About Stupid Stuff
Okay, when a recent guest couldn’t stop sneezing because of the dog hair I felt kinda bad.
But most of the time, messy hair or a dirty house aren’t such a big deal.
Friends are a gift. And if we turn them away, or can’t enjoy their company because we’re too self-conscious about the condition of our house or the fact that we don’t look like a fashion model after working from home or scrubbing the tub, we’re missing out.
My golden retriever knows that every person is a gift. And by following her lead (minus the floofie tail), I’ve become a much better hostess.
So drop by any time. Honey and I will be glad to see you.
Just know that the perfect hostesses are the ones who make you feel welcome, not the ones whose toys are never spitty and whose house is always clean.
Your Turn: Do you and/or your dog welcome drop-ins? Or would you have a moat with alligators if you thought you could get away with it?