Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve always had a thing for dogs. And no, it never mattered whether it was a puppy or a grown dog, whether it was a Retriever or a Poodle or Bull Dog. None of the intricacies ever held a torch to me. If it was a dog, I loved it.
You could easily ask me why, but trust me, I don’t know.
Growing up, we never had a dog at home. There was always something else to do and my mom never wanted to take on the added amount of work.
But growing up, until I was almost 10, there was this super cute Alsation in my grandmother’s place. ‘Banjo’ was the best dog anyone could ask for. When we arrived at my grandparents’ place, he would be there, waiting for me at the gate. And that was it, for the rest of the time I spent there, he would follow me around everywhere, play with me, sit with me, lay his head on my lap. He was an amazing friend.
And I guess he rubbed off on me. I’ve never been the kind of person that fought over whether a dog was better than a cat. I’ve always liked animals of all sorts, and of them all, dogs were my favorite.
After years and years of begging, I finally convinced my parents to get me a dog. Spicy Potato (coz he looked like a potato) was a Lab with the shiniest fur and loudest bark. He was a sweetheart. But then something happened and then something happened and then something happened and we had to give him up. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do and the biggest heartbreak of my life.
So yea, dogs have always seemed to me like the perfect pets. They’re there for you when you need them, they’re loyal, they’re cute and well, they love us!
So yea, that’s me, the dog lover!