Hey, remember when I was thinking of adopting a kitty from the shelter? Well, I held off about a week, went back and saw this little guy.
I had already seen him on the shelter's website and knew there was a fairly good chance if I went in that day, I would not be leaving without him.
It was obvious to everyone including me that his resemblance to Buddy was no accident. Was I trying to replace Buddy? I don't know. All I knew is that after the loss I had suffered the previous few months, I was too heartbroken to act rationally and rather than drown my sorrows in alcohol or some other destructive behavior, I impulsively adopted a puppy from the shelter who just happened to look a whole lot like my sweet Buddy.
But he is NOT my perfectly behaved, non-barking, mild mannered Buddy.
He is more than a handful. He is hyper, messy, pushy, destructive, loud and a complete slob when he drinks. I've never seen a dog be able to displace water about a three mile radius around his bowl while attempting to drink it. And he does not have an "off" button when it comes to food. Sweet Jesus this dog loves to eat!
But I'll tell you what, he is sweet. He is so, so sweet.
All he wants to do is be by me. He will drop his favorite toy, favorite treat or excitedly jump out of a sound sleep just to get the chance to snuggle up and kiss me.
And this may sound odd, but I began to feel quite quickly that my Mom and Buddy had a hand in this. While I'm sure they're busy enjoying the sideshow of me trying to manage this dog on a leash, I'm convinced they knew how much he was going to help me.
The previous year led me down a path the resulted in me pushing everyone I cared about away. But now this puppy was doing the pushing.
He really has helped me heal and move forward. He also has this uncanny ability to remind of things I should be doing by his own behavior. I look forward to sharing some of those stories with you in the days to come.
For now, I would like to introduce you to my sweet Harley.