A short personal story about how my dog has bettered my life.
As I write this, it is currently May 9, 2012, 11PM. I just got home from leaving what I thought would soon be my fiance’s house after yet another ridiculous fight. I can longer be patient through his silence nor tolerate his mental and emotional abuse. I up and left, with my six month old German Shepherd following close behind me.
Desmo, my dog, knew not to fuss with me when it came time to get into the truck. It was raining out and despite holding back tears and rage, she knew I was not happy. It’s funny how dogs know some things.
It also shocks me how my boyfriend’s silence drives me absolutely insane, yet my dog, obviously quiet, brings me such peace from her silence.
I adopted Desmo this past January. What a way to start the new year; a puppy who would test my patience and also my heart. I needed that; actually, I still do.
December of 2010 I got into an accident with my prized possession of a car. In my room, I had a particular picture of the car that I looked at everyday when I woke up, and every night before I went to sleep. After the accident, I couldn’t even stand the sight of the car and I don’t understand why. In a fit of rage one day, I broke the picture frame and destroyed the photo as well. Of couse in our digital age the photo still exists, but it wasn’t in my face as much which helped me get over some things.
Time went by and my desk looked rather empty without a picture on it anymore. In November 2011 I was in a shop and found a nice picture frame. Not being one for hanging photos to even begin with, I bought it and figured maybe I have a nice picture to put in there.
I looked through all my photos and even took some new ones. I never even bothered printing any of the pictures for the frame. Instead, I had a lovely frame on display, empty for quite some time.
Desmo came into our lives in no real special or unique way. We adopted her after her mother was abandoned. unknowingly pregnant.
We’ve had her for a few months now and she’s grown to be a great friend so far. She may drive me crazy when I least need it, but she is learning and is becoming more helpful these days.
I take photos of this dog like she’s my child. I don’t want to miss a minute or regret not having photos of her doing anything I may recall one day. Almost daily, the camera is out and just loving her.
At random, I printed a photo of her one day while working. I also at this point remembered the frame. I checked to see if it would even fit the frame without looking odd, and sure enough it did. While it’s not the best photo of her, it shows how big she’s gotten and she looks rather happy. I now have a new piece for my desk and am glad it’s not another picture of a car, or something else.
I never thought I would really understand the animal to human bond, but that has changed. She may only be six months old at the time, but she’s helped me in ways my oldest friend could not.
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