I never though that I would be a dog person. In fact, I had been cultivating an anti-dog persona for a number of years. I did not dislike all dogs, just all dogs with bad manners. My sister is shocked that I would allow a dog into my home. Many of my family members own big slobbery dogs that want to jump on people and lick their face off. Ew. Getting knocked over and licked by a 90lb dog is not my cup of tea.
I had fairly neutral feelings about well behaved dogs but kept this neutrality to myself so that owners of bad mannered dogs would not push their dogs in my face. Yes, people actually do this.
I adopted Foucault in late May. He has turned me into a dog person. I worry about him if I leave him at home alone for more than a few hours. I miss him if we are apart for more than four hours. I get out of bed at 5:30am to take him to the dog park or for a long walk. I've trained him to sit, wait, find, shake, and roll over. I read books about training dogs. And now, I am writing a blog post about Foucault. He has changed so many things in a very short amount of time.
I am so impressed that he is always joyful about life. Every morning he is happy to wake up. Imagine being happy to get out of bed everyday! Running around outside is wonderful; so many smells to smell and lizards to chase. Running around inside is wonderful; there are humans and cats to love on and toys to play with. My mind boggles at his happiness.
He is always excited to see me. I thought I could resist his enthusiasm. False. His excited greetings are contagious. When he meets me at the door my grumpiness fades away.
I still dislike bad mannered dogs.
Awww!
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