I talk about my dog…a lot. We were brought together a great time in my life. I had just moved into my first apartment where I was living by myself, and truth be told, it could get a little lonely at times.
I would come home from work, plop down on the couch, and blow through TV show after TV show or movie after movie. I had so much free time that I didn’t even know where to start. I would want to start a new project or work on an old one, but I had become so unmotivated by the lack of activity around me (does that make sense?).
I always knew I was going to get a dog. Usually, before bed, I would sit on my phone and look on the paws and prayers website, dreaming of the day I would adopt my new best friend.
I developed a plan. I decided that for my birthday, as a gift from myself, I would get a dog. Well, I’m sure most of you know, things never go as planned. One night, while doing my usually doggie window shopping, I saw him: JayJay. After reading his bio, I knew I had to have him. I emailed the foster mom and filled out the application. Less than a week later, I welcomed home the newest addition to my family.
Although at times it’s hard to get stuff done because he is constantly demanding my attention, he is probably one of the greatest things that has happened to me. I now am motivated to leave work on time because I have to get home to my buddy. I get out and walk a lot more because now I have a friend who will always want to walk with me. I have someone to cuddle with, a constant guard on duty, and he will love me unconditionally.
Sometimes, yes, he drives me nuts (as I type this sentence one handed with a dog toy in the other), but I wouldn’t change it for the world.