Thursday, March 11, 2010

My heart dogs

A lot of people talk about their "heart dog" as in the dog that they feel they are closer to than any other. They usually feel that they have a special relationship with this dog, or that they love them in a special way.

I've never quite understood that... maybe I still have not found my "heart dog" because I couldn't pick just one of mine and say that I love them more than the rest. I know I post a lot of photos of Maggie and that I probably spend more time with her than the other two going to agility practice and shows. But when I am at home it is Jake that is my constant companion. I can't even go to the bathroom without him following me in. And when I'm on the phone with someone, I'll sometimes catch him watching me like he is part of the conversation. Still, I wouldn't say that I love him more.

If there were to be a "heart dog" in our home, I guess it would be the old girl, Mopsy, if for no other reason than her age. Bless her heart, the years are starting to catch up with her. She's getting lumpy from fatty tumors and her eyes are so cloudy it is a wonder she can see at all. But when you look into those cloudy eyes, you can't help but see the wisdom and the experience of an old dog.

I sure do love the old girl... and I guess we do share a special relationship. We both groan when we get up and we rarely make it through the night without having to pee. Neither of us looks as snazzy as we once did and we're both getting gray. I get a little cranky when people try to take my snacks and I'd love to take a nap in the sun.

Maybe I do have a heart dog, after all.

1 comment:

  1. I thougt I loved all my dogs the same until Oreo died. Then I knew I loved him more. I probably always knew to tell the truth. He was my heart dog. I'm not sure if I want another "heart dog" or not. The relationship was so special, but the pain so great. But I suppose this is all out of our control anyway.