My Magical Hubhopping Tour: Day Two
A Friend indeed by Aupied'
Next stop, another topic that has been on my mind lately – in a sense, parenting again, but this time I am talking about being the ``mom`` to a four month old puppy. The author of this hub talks about the great friendship she has found with her Yorkie. Well-written and a great first start, my only complaint being that the hub was a little short. I wanted to know about how her relationship with her dog developed since she got him as a pup in 2008. I wanted to know about the ups and the downs, the good and the bad – I wanted to know all about the messy bits along with the nice, softy-cuddly moments. Because let`s face it, true friendships – the best friendships - have bumps and spills along the way. Right now, I long to know that my relationship with my four month old Wheaten Terrier is still in itself developing stages, and will grow into a great friendship one day, because sadly right now I just don`t feel it. I assumed that I would be smitten with him when we got him home, but regretfully I admit that just don`t feel that bond, even two months later. Now before you dog-lovers object to my controversial admission, let me make one thing clear. I do care about my dog, and want the best for him, and treat him well. He is a lovely puppy, good natured with an even temperament. I just don`t feel the joy in my heart I once felt for another furry friend. Eleven years ago, the first ``love of my life`` died after 15 exuberant years on this earth. Murphy was my doe-eyed, cheeky, incredibly intelligent and equally arrogant Shetland Sheepdog. When I was 12, he would howl incessantly outside my bedroom door as I practiced incessantly my trumpet for an upcoming recital or music festival. When I was 14, he would demand to be walked so I would have an excuse to secretly meet friends for respite during a “grounding” period. When I was 16, he would leave his comfy position at the end of my bed to lick away my silent tears in my pitch black bedroom. I never worked out how he knew I was crying – he just knew that I needed him. When I was 20, he listened intently to my stories about the joys and trials and tribulations of college whenever I would come home for the weekend. When I was 25, he still offered to bathe my face and then my feet (in that order!) with his halitosis tainted tongue, plagued by whatever was going on inside him. And I would let him. His hair was falling out in clumps all over the place, and I still cuddled him. It’s been eleven years, and as I write this I still have tears for him. When he died, I feared I would never love another dog like that again. Looking at my puppy now, I think that maybe I was right. But, I guess I can face the fact that I don’t have to love him that way. My kids love him, and if he is going to be their Murphy, then that is good enough for me.
Thank you Aupied’ for reminding me that I once loved a friend like you love Jack.
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