my dog spent the first two years of his life in a crate too small for him
he thought it was normal to potty in the crate. hed eat it. and his owner insisted its because his diet was just so good he just wants to eat all the protein a second time, and not because of the stress of his neglect
now he sleeps in my bed right on my side and he gets his pillow (which he uses like a person), and i get my pillow, and sometimes he is my pillow. we play every day and hes lost 15lbs, still has maybe 5/10 to go. to his og's owners credit, he was on a good diet. he still eats the same food. but for some reason he doesnt want to eat his own doodie anymore? idk why, since his diet is so good?
the other night i was absolutely losing it because i miss my mama. i couldnt stop ugly crying. he started rubbing his face in my face and snorting and he got so covered in my tears and snot (cute) that he smelled like a wet dog. but he is just so silly i ended up laughing and settling down
the irony was despite knowing his owner since we were kids, she was not there for me when my mom died. but her dog was. he is the definition of empathy
ultimately i can't blame her for not being there. we were hardly friends at that point, we simply only lived together
i dont deserve him. its partially my fault he ended up with his first owner- i discouraged her from getting him but i should have tried harder. he has anxiety, and i think my anxiety makes his worse at times. but its something i hope we can overcome together
now he sleeps in my bed right on my side and he gets his pillow (which he uses like a person), and i get my pillow, and sometimes he is my pillow. we play every day and hes lost 15lbs, still has maybe 5/10 to go. to his og's owners credit, he was on a good diet. he still eats the same food. but for some reason he doesnt want to eat his own doodie anymore? idk why, since his diet is so good?
the other night i was absolutely losing it because i miss my mama. i couldnt stop ugly crying. he started rubbing his face in my face and snorting and he got so covered in my tears and snot (cute) that he smelled like a wet dog. but he is just so silly i ended up laughing and settling down
the irony was despite knowing his owner since we were kids, she was not there for me when my mom died. but her dog was. he is the definition of empathy
ultimately i can't blame her for not being there. we were hardly friends at that point, we simply only lived together
i dont deserve him. its partially my fault he ended up with his first owner- i discouraged her from getting him but i should have tried harder. he has anxiety, and i think my anxiety makes his worse at times. but its something i hope we can overcome together
