It is Sunday morning and once again I am staring at a blank page with the “what to write” grimace that my dog has become so accustomed to. The problem this week is not that I have no idea; rather that I have too many fragments of ideas swimming around in my head and Sunny’s snoring is not helping me sort through the haze (who knew that something so small could make such a big noise).
As you can see from this week’s photo, I don’t have the heart to wake him. After all, we have been roomies for a year now and when you welcome a life partner of any description into your life you have to learn to be adaptable.
Up to this point it is fair to say that it is Sunny who has had to do most of the adapting. He is a rescue dog and came to me with no idea what it was like to really live in a house – sit and stay were foreign concepts and he had a very firm belief that a combination of whining and beguiling cuteness would get him anything he wanted.
He weighs all of seven pounds but he is so strong willed that I have come to realize that, although his body is tiny, his persona is the size of a fifty year old man. He leaves his toys all over the house, gets cranky when he is hungry, refuses to eat anything for dinner except a home cooked meal, flirts with my girlfriends and pouts when he doesn’t think he has received enough attention … I rest my case (sorry gentlemen!)
Mostly because he has learned how to leap up on the bed without waking me up, I have adjusted to the fact that he is going to sleep next to me for the rest of his life whether I like it or not. It did freak me out a little the first time I woke up in the middle of the night and found a furry face resting on the pillow right next to me, but we have since come to an agreement that the right hand side of the bed is his and he has learned that I get very upset if he wakes me up in the middle of the night when I have to work the next morning.
The biggest thing he has taught me is that no matter what is going on in my life, I always have the choice to stop thinking or worrying about it and focus on “live in the moment”. I find it very comforting to know that I can always throw tennis balls for him, or sit in our big chair on the patio and enjoy the garden, or snooze together on a Sunday morning.
Yes there are problems to solve and deadlines to meet, but having someone that I can count on in my life is a privilege and I never want to lose sight of the fact that I will get as much out of our relationship as I put into it.