I just wanted to say how much I love my dog, Onyx. For anyone who has ever met him they know him to be a goofball pony with a heart bigger than he is. He loves nothing more than to hold someone’s hand as they look into his eyes and I’m thankful for this. He’s my Zen dog.
He knows when I’m only halfheartedly paying attention and he taps me to remind me to focus on him, now, because this is the moment that we have together. He’s also my running partner and my best friend. He is a rescue who came to us from a home where he was only allowed “out” for half an hour a day from his dog crate in the garage. The family that had him meant well. They rescued him from a kill shelter as he was due to be put down because he and his littermates and his father were deemed “too big” to find homes after they were given up because his mother had been hit by a car. I am grateful to them for saving him and for knowing that they couldn’t offer him the life he deserved. His “out” was the front door, left open wide for him to run and roam for his half hour of freedom and to this day, it’s his cue to bolt so we watch the front door cautiously. Our caution reminds us how much we love him and how grateful we are to share our lives with him.
I just wanted to post this while I was thinking about it, before anything happens to remind me of how lucky I am before he gets into the trash again. (We’re getting the door together tomorrow.)