Let’s talk about my dog for a minute. She’s
a really good dog probably the brattiest dog you will ever meet but for some strange reason I love her. Not a day goes by that I don’t recognize how much easier my life would be without her.
I should have known from day one that she was going to be a really high maintienence dog. The owners of her parents seemed really eager to give her to me, they claimed that she was the most cuddly of all the puppies and since she was the runt she was extra teeny tiny so I immediately had a special place in my heart for her. Since I brought her home on Halloween I named her Boo but she also goes by Bananagins, Boo-Rizzle, Bazzlebeak, Little Dog, Booey, Booey-Kazooey, Booberry…Babble, Babbleskins, Bat Ears, Baby dog…you get the idea. Oh and she also responds to “Bad Dog”…who knows why. Like any puppy she never wanted to be alone, she was constantly whining to be let onto the bed or crying when I went anywhere without her (even if it was another room). Being the complete dummy that I am I thought her whining and crying was so cute and sad so I gave into her every plea, I even let her in the bathtub with me once…I’m telling you I treated her like she was my own baby. As a result she has grown to be the neediest attention loving dog on the planet.
She hated going on walks…so I carried her everywhere and since I didn’t have a car at the time (because for some reason I thought getting a puppy my freshman year of college when I was broke, car-less and already preoccupied with school and my sorority…was a good idea, I’m a bit impulsive).
Since then she’s torn apart multiple comforters…like at least three, chewed up shoes and sweaters (luckily she’s past that stage), scattered garbage throughout the apartment (at least once a week) and broken out of (and rolled) every crate I’ve tried to put her in, I think she’s trying to tell me she can’t be tamed. So after puppy kindergarten and private dog training sessions I’ve sort of just decided that she is who she is and who she is.
1. Yoga, mainly as a stress relief as she suffers from severe separation anxiety.
2. Sleeping but only if she’s in the middle of Jeff and I and touching us both at the same time.
4. Eating from the garbage.
5. “Reorganizing” the garbage and finding better places to put it than the trash can (she’s really good at this one)
6. Showing random people in the elevator how loudly she can bark.
7. Sprinting through the narrow hallways of our apartment building
8. Eavesdropping on the really bad dogs in the apartment next-door and giving Jeff and I grunting updates every time they move or bark.
9. Training for dog sled races by pulling as hard as she can every time we take a walk
10. Running in circles around the apartment and through my legs like they are an obstacle course
Keep in mind she’s a complex girl and really can’t be limited to a simple list of interests and hobbies. When it comes to things she hates the list is much shorter, she’s pretty much always content if there is garbage to eat and people to give her attention at every moment, unless there is a vacuum around or a teensy weensy baby poodle (she doesn’t trust them) or if those suspicious dogs next door are acting up (which they seem to do quite a bit).
I just figured I’d take a break from talking about myself to tell you about this little sweet pea. She was a crazy irresponsible decision that I’m so glad I made.
P.S. Jeff and I like to make up raps about Boo. If you’re lucky maybe you’ll get to hear one sometime.