I never knew being a dog owner was such a thing. All of my friends make it look so effortless and like it’s no big deal. “Yeah, I have a dog. What’s the big deal?” Oh my gosh, what a big deal it is!
Do you know they like to eat at the same time every day? Well, Henry does and if you miss that mark, it just isn’t the same. He’s practically disinterested.
But give him a cardboard toilet paper roll, and heavenly proportions have been achieved. What a weirdo. He dances around it and is so excited it just makes me chuckle. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I kinda forgot what it’s like to chuckle. Genuinely chuckle. He’s such a spaz, and to have access to that 24-7 is quite the privilege.
Unless it’s at 4am, and then it’s not quite as funny and adorable.
I remember hearing Patty Griffin (who I want to be when I grow up) say that she wrote “Heavenly Day”, a love song, for her dog. As I type, it’s all clicking.
I've had this dog a month, and I can’t even imagine life before him anymore. Is that not the craziest thing? If only he could generate income and do laundry. My life would be SET!
Seriously though, Henry was a stray running around my neighborhood. I would tell people, “I am saving his life”. Indeed. A friend told me, you save his life, and ultimately he will end up saving yours.