This is my dog, Charlie. Well, technically, he’s Bailey’s dog.
Charlie enjoys trashing shit, running around the streets, digging holes and ‘has to be with mummy 24/7 omg’.
We love him anyway, and I think he might have saved my life this year. He just adores me blindly, no matter what. Some of it may be because his memory is roughly 3 seconds, so he doesn’t remember me growling at him and waving the latest skylander, shoe, piece of couch he has rendered unusable. He’s hilariously dumb with no spatial awareness what so ever, he gets stuck in tree branches, under beds, coffee tables…he thinks he is a lap-dog.
He was one a few days ago. We got a puppy at the worst possible time. Because I am soft, I took a sweet little terrier type who was going to ‘get the gun’…had the perfect owner lined up, who on handover day ended up in an ambulance…I looked at the dog…she looked at me… ‘No Pepper. I want my next dog to be an Anatolian shepherd, and you kinda look like a mop’
At my dad’s with Pepper in tow ‘Well you never offered me the dog. I can look after a dog, you know. Look, I have some steak for her.’
So Pepper had a home.
‘She’s getting a bit fat Ash, don’t forget you said you’d get down to take her for her sterilisation’
‘She disappeared this morning, I had to get the neighbour to come help…guess what…she was pregnant…’
I have a dog, Alex, and she is pretty much perfect. I kinda just assumed he would fit in with the menagerie, I am usually good with animals and they all tow the line, so to speak.
The first time I held him, I remember saying ‘This one’s special‘
He was the puppy I could have sold ten times over.
He’s a nightmare. I’ve become one of those morons I’ve always kinda internally rolled my eyes at, whose dogs run their lives. I don’t know what happened. Like I said, the other dog is perfect. When we lived up the hill, he fit in pretty well. He wasn’t overly bright, but he learnt to stay out from under the horse’s feet mostly. He didn’t leave the property. When we moved here it was like he went insane. Jumping out. He became insanely protective. And he kept growing and growing. Now he’s about 3 times the size of his poor Mummy.
He gets separation anxiety…it’s beyond frustrating. I have him on a tie out type system with a harness and he actually seems happier like that. Like it makes him feel secure? He’s happy, anyway, but I wish he was just a normal dog like Alex, who stays in the fucking yard without being restrained, barks when someone comes but doesn’t go insane, likes swimming at the beach but doesn’t start sinking, therefore forcing me to get into the cold water in jeans to drag her out.
He is what he is, and we manage him, and he is improving. Thank God. I’ve never rehomed a pet, and I thought about it seriously with him but then I just chose to love him anyway.
And I do. Very much.