Cricket will turn thirteen later this summer, and I have been wondering how best to mark this monumental birthday. For humans of the Jewish persuasion, thirteen means it’s time for a Bar or Bat Mitzvah, to mark the onset of adolescence (Orthodox Jewish girls may have a Bat Mitzvah at age twelve instead). But, what about for a Jewish dog?
To be honest, thirteen seems too young for a transition into adulthood, at least for humans. A hundred years ago, kids might have left school at thirteen and gone out to work, but now that’s not even legal, and certainly not practical. But we’ve kept the Bar and Bat Mitzvah celebrations at the onset of puberty, or thereabouts, because…tradition. And because it would be impossible to convince kids to stay in Hebrew school for even more years before they can have their big party.
But dogs, even Jewish dogs, are a different story. If anything, the age of thirteen would mark old age, rather than the first steps into adulthood. And a lot of dogs don’t make it to thirteen, especially the larger breeds. I don’t understand how a religion that has rituals for almost everything, has missed the opportunity to designate lifecycle events for our pets, so I’m stuck with this somewhat inappropriate and misleading event that has come to be called, at least on social media, the Bark Mitzvah.
When we first brought Cricket home, twelve and three-quarter years ago, I looked up Cockapoos on an aging chart and it said she could live eighteen to twenty years. Dina, my Labrador mix, had lived a miraculous sixteen years, twice as long as the Doberman who had preceded her. But twenty? That’s more like a cat!
At almost thirteen, Cricket is showing signs of aging, with a little cloudiness in her eyes and a habit of hearing things that aren’t there, and a tiny bit of slowing down (though not much). But she has amassed an enormous amount of knowledge in her thirteen years, and many useful skills: she can beg, and guilt, and manipulate; she can bully and wheedle and whine; she can love and cuddle and sniff like a scientist; she could have been a gardener or an archeologist or a detective very easily, if we lived in a world that allowed dogs to go to school, and she has always been the de-facto Sherriff at our home. She has also been a surprisingly effective big sister, to Butterfly, and now to Ellie, who both needed mentoring in how to be dogs after growing up under less than ideal conditions as breeding mamas. Cricket has even learned how to offer comfort, rather than just to receive it, and can, on very rare occasions, even share food with her loved ones (though she would rather not).
There’s no escaping that thirteen is old age for a dog, but maybe that’s what we could celebrate with Cricket’s Bat Mitzvah. She has accomplished an enormous amount and now she is graduating into the last third of her life; finally becoming the wise old crone she has always wanted to be.
I don’t think Cricket is prepared for the rigors of a traditional Bat Mitzvah, though. She understands quite a few words in Hebrew, but she has trouble with articulation, and her sense of melody is iffy (though she is, at this very moment, singing the song of her people. I think I can make out the words “chicken” and “I want”). And, really, no one with any sense would ever let Cricket into the sanctuary or anywhere near a Sefer Torah (the holy scroll, kept in the sanctuary, that Bar and Bat Mitzvah kids dread having to read from at their services). But that actually works out well this year, since all of the Bar and Bat Mitzvah services at my synagogue are being streamed, while we can’t attend in person. Maybe Cricket’s Bat Mitzvah could be in our backyard, with the support of the big Paw Paw tree (also turning thirteen this year, coincidentally). They could have a service of their own, to mark their individual, and complex, journeys to their current stages of life. A very short service.
The fact is, Cricket could care less about having a Bat Mitzvah to celebrate her accomplishments, and her quirks, or to set a hopeful tone as she marches into her senior years. She just wants the food. So I will have to stock up on chicken treats and liver and all of the other good stuff she loves to eat. In moderation, of course, because I want her senior years to last a very long time.
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Aw, love this. Made me laugh. Isn’t it simply wonderful the way that animals enrich our lives? Whether it’s a Bat or a Bark Mitzvah, I would get the treats and definitely find a way to celebrate. 🌈 🌷💖
Cricket is already planning the menu!
Just precious! Give Cricket (and Ellie) a hug and tell her the senior season of life isn’t so bad. Especially the wisdom part. Although, I prefer Tootsie Rolls to chicken treats. But, I’m also a human.❤️
Cricket wouldn’t mind some tootsie rolls, or jelly beans, or twizzlers, to go with her chicken treats. She loves variety!
M&M’s and Coconut Macaroons are another favorite of mine. So, I’m with Cricket on variety.
Unless Cricket likes them, I recommend skipping the paper hats. I put a paper hat on rescue dog Lily 4 years ago and she still hasn’t forgiven me.
Cricket hasn’t forgiven anything, ever, so I will definitely skip the hats. Thanks for the heads up!
This post lifed my spirits today. I had never heard of a Bark Mitzah, but I love it. G-d willing she will have many more happy, healthy years with moderated special treats.
She has plans! She would especially like to grow her own leaves, like mister Paw Paw.
Haha, I know most seniors care about what’s for dinner!
Cricket cares about every meal, and especially the snacks in between!
Awwww… CRICKET!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Needed that post today. Bark Mitzva. Might catch on and male puppies could go through a mul ritual.
What’s a mul ritual?
I looked up what a circumcision is call and that is what I came up with. Sorry for the poor excuse at humor.
Ah! Brit Milah or Bris. I remember seeing a row of Doberman puppy tails lined up on a workbench (back when ear cropping and tail cropping were automatic), I really don’t want to see how breeders would handle circumcisions. Though it would be hysterical to call the Moel (trained religious circumciser) and watch as he realizes he has five patients at once, of unusually small size.
Oh, I am so happy that you saw some humor in what I was trying to say. I was so afraid I might have offended you.
Not at all! Brit Milah is a rich source of humor. I mean, wouldn’t it have to be?
I love the idea of the celebration for Cricket. When did you start this blog and how did you decide on the title? If she was here she could go every October to be blessed by our Franciscan Friars. Not a Bark Mitzvah, but pretty good recognition.
If there’s food involved, she’s ready!
I just adore Cricket. The first dog I actually remember having was a Cairn Terrier named Cricket, so that name has a special place in my heart. Also, Maverick says to tell you that Gracie’s Doggie Delights are the bomb diggity – he said it, I didn’t, I don’t know where he picks up this kind of language! Happy Bark Mitzvah, Cricket! And may you make 20 years and beyond!
That’s her plan! She’s pretty sure Grandma couldn’t survive without her.
I’m in total agreement. I’ve yet to find Cricket mistaken about anything but that food sharing thing and while I agree with her, depending on the food involved, it is a bit rude for a princess. 🙂
I can really relate: we too have a thirteen (at least we think, she was a foundling) who would love to celebrate with a chicken dinner. She is, we think, a Poma-huahua (Pomeranian-chihuahua). It is always worth celebrating the love and joy that our dogs bring into our lives…always with chicken of course.
Cricket is ready to party!
Crickets is too cute. Will you dress her up?
She would kill me, literally!
Cricket is beautiful and maybe a small celebration marking her entry into senior years would be appropriate – I’m sure she would approve of the food!
She wants to supervise all of the cooking, of course.
Hahaha that’s where the good stuff happens. The dropped egg, the bowl that needs licking – you don’t get to the grand age of thirteen without a little smarts
Today rabah and thank you!
Happy Bark Mitzvah Cricket! (If you really only want the food, I can take some of your presents off of your paws for you. – Toby)
Cricket has never been interested in non-food presents. She still plays with the same toys from her puppyhood and ignores the rest.
At thirteen, Cricket deserves all the best love and treats! Happy (early) birthday, Miss Cricket!
Honestly, where would we be without our beloved canine companions?
Cricket is pretty sure she carries the whole world on her shoulders. She is mighty!
I hope Cricket’s Bark Mitzvah goes well with good food and frolicking.
She will make sure it all goes her way!
Rabbis and scholars are going to have to compose a new ritual. Not that Cricket can’t enjoy a Bark Mitzvah now, as I trust she will. Since you know so well what she likes (and doesn’t), this should be a grand experience. Maybe her barks and whines are sometimes from the Torah (taking care of that requirement). I’m going to guess there’s not going to be dancing at the party, especially from Cricket. Unless she is a dancer!
Mazel tov, Cricket! And bon courage, Rachel.
Love the idea of a Bark Mitzvah. Scrub the ceremony and get straight to the treats!
Great, fun post – just what I needed! Thank you!
Bark Mitzvah—what a perfect description!
Ooh, that sounds like a terrific excuse to get extra food!
Cricket sounds like a very wise old lady, and a wonderful companion. She definitely deserves some treats and a party. 😊
Well done to Cricket on reaching such a canine milestone. I can only hope that Ollie lives that long too.
Best wishes, Pete.
Having a sibling definitely helps with longevity; the competition keeps Cricket going!
Happy Birthday to the inimitable Cricket – the winner and final champion of all dogs who love their treats! I love the idea of a Bark Mitzvah – a tradition that might need a gentle push from you. Actually, I think we all could use a bit of a party to gather us for the final thirds of our lives so go for it with your girl.
May she live on and well with you and her granny for many years to come.
Wouldn’t it be great to have a big celebration for humans entering the final third, like a sweet seventy! There’d be special outfits and marzipan covered cakes and streamers and lots and lots of presents! Cricket is ready!
I think it would be a fabulous idea!!! Lots and lots of treats!!
I wanna go!
Happy (almost) birthday Cricket. Love the idea of a Bark Mitzvah and a doggy party!!
Maggie is 15 and dogs of her breed can live to 17 or 18, so she is doing very well. On the chart I use, she’s about 83 in human years, and for a small dog like Cricket, it would be around 68.
Great post and photos of the girls as always. Take care.
Congrats Cricket, You are on the Threshold of adulthood. I hope to get there one day myself. 🤓
Cricket is hoping for a reverse aging process herself.
I have a feeling she will be fine without a major celebration and just enjoy the chicken treats and liver. Mazel Tov Cricket.
Us and our dogs say Happy Birthday and mazel tov to Cricket.
A good dog can make an ordinary life extraordinary.
She always brings the drama!
Rachel, I am in the process of reading your book and loving it. You are such a talented writer. Will be sharing it with family and friends. Happy Birthday to Cricket!
Thank you so much!
Happy Birthday to Cricket and hope she has a great Bat Mitzvah or Bark Mitzvah. My Cat is 13 years and a few months and on Sept 12 she will turn 14.
Thanks for sharing.
You are so Welcome and Good Luck on Your Book. Maybe I’ll get to read the paperback and review it. It looks like a good book.
Thank you so much!
The only think my 13 year old dog cares about is food. When that stops I know her end will be near. Let’s enjoy them for as long as we can even when they become senile and deaf. Love your post.
Happy Birthday, Cricket! Mazel tov! ❤ ❤ ❤
What a cute post! I like the idea of a Bark Mitzvah.
Happy Birthday, Cricket ❤ and Mr. Paw Paw too 🙂
Zoe, our Cockapoo and my heart dog, lived to be 18. Cricket reminds me of her.
Eighteen is fantastic!!!!
Happy birthday, Cricket!!
Happy almost bat mitzvah and Happy Birthday, Cricket. We hope you get lots and lots of yummies for the joyous ocassions. XOX Xena and Lucy
Thank you! Cricket thinks she should be allowed to go to the supermarket and choose all of her treats. She’s even willing to wear a mask!
A masked Cricket would be a riot to see in the grocery.
She would love to cause a riot among the broccoli!
Okay, I couldn’t resist – How about a “Bark Mitzvah?” 😉
My terrier Dev would love to attend Cricket’s bark mitzvah via Zoom!
Can you imagine! An all dog Zoom?!
Hope Cricket Mitzvah enjoyed her Happy Birthday !! 💕
So adorable. Thanks for sharing–I always love your writing.
Cricket is very cute…. Wonderful expressions on her face! I have one cat who loves to eat too. She would happily eat all of the food in her bowl AND everything in her brother’s bowl too, if we let her.. 🙂
Thank you! I feel very lucky that Cricket can’t jump on countertops, because then there would be no stopping her.
Wishing Cricket a fab birthday & many more to follow. What a great dog.
Love it! My dog is 13, too! I am not Jewish so she has not had a Bat Mitvah, but if I were Jewish, she definitely would have one! As a Catholic dog she does get the priest to bless her on the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi. Dogs are God’s creatures, too!
So she gets a blessing every year? That’s more like it!
Aww, I love this! Bark Mitzvah! I laughed out loud! Cricket is sooo cute! (And obviously in total charge of everything). We have a miniature golden doodle we adore. Her name is Maggie, and she just turned nine. Our lives revolve around our family, and Maggie. The look on Cricket’s face is so much like our Maggie. I’m always wondering what she’s thinking, especially when I sing to her, up close. Loved your post! Bark Mitzvah! Hahahahaha!!! Love it!!
Thank you! Cricket’s thoughts fascinate me so much that I named my whole blog after her. Years later, there’s still so much more to learn!
Heartwarming and humorous! Good job in taking such good care of that sweet girl with the winning smile and character! Thirteen is a good age, even for a small dog. Thanks for sharing this with all of us who don’t benefit by actually having her in our lives! God bless.
this is just so cute. and the Bark Mitzvah! cricket is such a lucky dog to have you.
thanks for your great writing! I too learned much for Annie Lamott, and Natalie Goldberg. I didn’t begin writing until after 50 years old. Each book is a fresh big challenge, but I’m starting, so that’s what counts!! Write on!
Good luck to both of us!