It has been quite some time since I last wrote in the journal. Quite some time indeed.
My second last entry was about the feeling of being needed and companionship. I am happy to say that I have found it but not in the way I imagined it.
I am glad I did not get a Bull Terrier.
Instead I got Tali. An Afghanhound. A challenging breed. In a different way than a Bull Terrier. She is independent yet also affectionate. Her coat needs weekly maintenance and she is the biggest baby about it. Screams about the littlest mats and it is really annoying but otherwise she is a wonderful dog. Everyone I know says she is one of the most well behaved dogs they have ever met. This did not come easily either. Many, many, many months of frustration and persistence but it was worth it. I only have to start allowing myself to trust her more rather than hovering like a mother hen. She does not know more than one or two trick, and will not do them without treats, but she knows her boundaries, comes when called, and goes to the bathroom outside. What more could someone want from a pet? Many don't even do that.
Only entering our second year together but I already can hardly imagine my life without her. Sure we don't do much. She comes to work with me, runs around the yard, fetches her toys for me but mostly just sleeps at my feet. I love it.
Funny thing is though. Around the same time I got Tali, my bosses son got a Bull Terrier. He was cute at first but he is dumb as a rock. He doesn't listen, is obsessive, and plays way too hard. I no longer let him play with Tali after he bit her leg once and it bled everywhere. Plus now all he does is hump her. Now I just roll my eyes hearing that he just bought a female Bull Terrier too. Stupid. He can barely control one or their new lab puppy and they are getting another terrier. Then again, it is none of my business. Just like Bruce she will be cute at first and then gain about 60 lbs and no longer be cute. Well, Bruce is still an adorable meat head of a dog and I enjoy his company for a few minutes before he starts peeing on everything.
Boy dogs. I will never get one. They are gross.
 TenoutofTen · Sat Jan 10, 2015 @ 10:07pm · 0 Comments |
