Yes, I am really going to post about one of my dogs. It’s for a few reasons, one is that he is awesome, which might be like when a person has a kid and thinks its awesome, when the kid is just regular variety kid. Next is I started writing this story yesterday and it’s from a dogs perspective. It’s not horror, and not erotica (ew, from a dogs perspe… just, no), it’s just, well, sad. Really sad. Dianne read some of it and said “this is really depressing”.
So I’m taking a break from that depressingness today to play video games, annoy my dogs, watch youtube videos, and possibly watch the movie A Royal Affair
(which if you don’t know, its a historical drama with a little romancy bit, and its all in Danish, which is just the best combination of everything really. Unless someone has tea and danishes for me to eat while I watch it. Damn, now I’m disappointed I don’t have those things.)
Now, please meet one of my awesome dogs, Chico. I call him Chico Monster, and we often tease he looks like a dancing bear or one of those Racoon Dogs (do not google that term, you mostly end up with really depressing articles about them being made into shoes, which will make you possibly want to kill yourself, or someone, or just be filled with impotent rage).
We adopted Chico from a rescue we used to foster for. He was already 9 years old, and his owner had passed away. The person taking care of him couldn’t keep him, saying her dogs didn’t like him, and that he pee’d on everything. He was a little mess when we picked him up. His left eye is missing (no idea why), his fur is all undercoat, and he was completely bald from top to bottom on his spine. Turns out he has a thyroid condition, which is why his fur is just the soft floofy undercoat and the baldness. He also had to have several teeth taken. Sometimes a combination of issues like that make a dog more adoptable, because he’s such a mess its considered cute.
We finally decided to adopt him when we left the rescue. We didn’t want him to move to another foster home, since that rescue was full (most are), and had quite a few fosters that were actually hoarders. I just thought of his life, how he had this one person his whole life that loved him, and then that person was gone. Now he was being moved around for possibly years, until he found a home. I didn’t want him to feel like that, and I actually fell in love with him the longer we had him.
Now his thyroid is under control, but he’s older, so he’s developed a little arthritis, and begun to go blind in his existing eye. One of the things that makes him awesome is despite all of these things, he is so happy. He dances around when its time for dinner or treats.
When I’m laying down on days I don’t feel good he snuggles onto my shoulder and does this strange snortle in my ears, which forever makes me laugh. Occasionally he’s protective of me, which is endearing except that he growls at Dianne when she kisses me goodbye in the morning. He’s a tough little guy, he takes all of his medicine, some of which he really hates (they eye medication primarily), without being a pain about it. Even some of his fur has grown back on his back, so he’s not all bald. He gets strange looks at the veterinarian, and a friend of ours has nicknamed him a “hot mess”. He has a kind of grumpy friendship with our other dog Butch, who is also a little older, and I call them my grumpy old men club.
Ok, one last favourite thing. Everything is his. If we foster puppies he tries to take care of them, cuddling with them, playing with them, and generally watching over them. When we took in a stray cat that our neighbours abandoned, every time we brought her to the bed to try to acclimate her, he always ran up like he thought “hey, you brought my cat!”. He does the same thing with our bearded dragon too. (If at this point you’re thinking, dear god this person has a lot of animals, you are correct).
Right now he’s sleeping on the couch next to me (with pretty much all the dogs), but he’s happiest when he can get as close to me as possible. He’s a manipulative little booger, and knows I won’t move him if he’s being cute.
I wanted to write more, but now I realize I’m rambling, and I actually have developed a really terrible migraine in the 20 minutes its taken me to write this, so I’m going to down a ton of pills and hope my brain stops trying to liquefy itself.