|THESE ARE MY THINGS! MINE!|
He has attachment issues. He gets upset when I don't sit on the couch with him or if I leave the house without him... or if I go to bed before he does. And heaven forbid I sit on our extra bed, because it's too high up for him to climb on to sit with me. How is it I wind up with codependent animals? Is it because I spoil them?
Today, though, he's acting particularly strange. He normally goes out to pee when my boyfriend gets home from work. He went today and peed and came right back in. Since we moved, we have to take him out on a leash because we don't have a fence anymore. It's more inconvenient because he likes to go on adventures where he sniffs leaves for 45 minutes, but I suppose the exercise is good for him.
|He sleeps with his tongue out.|
So I said to him, "Come away from the door. You just went out. You pooh and peed. You can't possibly have to go again. If you have to pee again, then you're sick and you have see Doctor [Vet]. That's it. Come here and sit down." As if 1) he understood that and 2) he would listen even if he did. I feel like that's probably an sign of early onset dementia, trying to reason with a dog.
And yet, I find myself having these one sided conversations with the dog all the time, attempting to reason with him. I'm sure my neighbors all think I'm insane, running around the 'hood talking to the dog at all hours of the day and night.
I suppose my reasoning is that Oswald loves me, and the tone of my voice is more indicative of what I want than what I'm saying. It's my way of comforting him, I suppose. Of course, most people don't get all wishy washy over animals to the extent that I do, so they likely think I'm crazy for talking to the dog. I mean, I do have conversations with him. I ask him how his day was. I know that he won't answer. I know that he doesn't understand. But he still wags his little stump of a tail when I talk to him.
Boyfriend comments all the time about how much Oswald loves me. Even though Oswald is technically Boyfriend's dog, he clearly prefers me. He follows me around the house, sits next to me on the couch when I watch my trashy reality TV, and I know that if Boyfriend would allow it, he would sleep in the bed with me. He lays on the floor next to me when I'm working on the computer, when I'm eating, and he sits outside the bathroom door when I'm... doing bathroom things. He's either very suspicious of me, or he loves me. I'm going to go with love.
It's not all wine and roses though. He's a lot of work. He has to have his ears cleaned every week, and his stump (where his tail was) cleaned every day or so. His face wrinkles have to be cleaned as well. His nails have to trimmed. He has allergies and hot spots, so those have to be treated with cortizone and peroxide to make sure they don't get infected. He has to be given frequent baths. He often wakes me up barking because he's spoiled and wants to be near me. He eats leaves and then pukes them up. He jumps on strangers in petsmart. He bites when you pick him up.
But, he's a sweet, gentle, loving dog, despite all that. And he's mine.