It’s official. We’ve fallen into a new category of folks. You know the type. They have their own parks, their own beaches. Some sidewalk cafes have special areas for them. They bombard Facebook with the latest photos and often start conversations the same way. They are your neighbor, your friend, your mom, maybe even you.
I suppose it was inevitable. It was just a matter of time for this large-eared canine to have us wrapped around his little paw. Y’know, he may have planned it all out…the scenario.
Neglectful owner leaves puppy at site of new house construction. Skinny and thirsty, he sets his soulful gaze on the unsuspecting expat neighbors. Wags tail incessantly. Licks. Yelps when they leave. Wiggles happily when they arrive. Gets dangerously ill. Has expats worry and visit while puppy is being cared for at the vet. Tugs at the heart strings more. Inspires hope. Comes home again healthy and strong. Makes ridiculous sounds when yawning or food is being dished. Carries all shoes in sight outside to porch. Chases tail and hanging ropes like it’s nobody’s business. Licks. Loves.
It’s clear to me what has happened here. We didn’t specifically go out looking for Buddy. Buddy sought us. In the short time of this developing relationship, he’s lightened up some moody days; he’s persuaded us to give something more beyond ourselves and our plans. And, in some crazy way, he’s strengthened something in us.
Now if we can just be successful in some form of dog training.