I got a puppy yesterday. God help me.
This is going to be very different from Mr Darcy, my
geriatric pug dog who couldn’t even figure out that he could get through a
sideways ladder when I used it to block him into the dining room.
Fawkes is an early Christmas present from my parents, and I
couldn’t be more grateful. Mr Darcy was my college graduation present, so
clearly there’s a theme here: my parents are officially the best
present-gifters in the world.
Everyone was on board with the decision to get me a new dog.
Dogs hold a special role in my life: as someone who never stops
moving/thinking/talking/doing, my dog is my sidekick. And my confidante. And my
motivation. And my familiar. We opted for an Aussie because I wanted the
experience of a companion who was smart enough to take on trips, because he
probably wouldn’t spend twenty minutes barking at a shoebox.
Fawkes and I are going to see Europe. I don’t know when that’ll
happen, but it’s in the plans. Other people may tag along, but either way, I’ve
got Fawkes. This makes me braver than usual. I can’t explain it; you’d have to
live in my head to understand.
This is also a tool for stopping me from going nuts, as I
currently work from home and, when left without someone/thing to play with, I
go a little stir-crazy. Okay, that’s an understatement: I’m one step short of
Jack Nicholson in The Shining.
Fawkes spent his first night here having nightmares and
mewling like a kitten. I must reiterate my previous statement that people who
make babies are insane: I had to take him out twice in the night, and that was
annoying enough without having to also, say, allow some creature to suck on my
boob. More power to you, though, breeding couples: without you, I’d have no
humans to talk to—and occasionally I do like human contact.
Mr Darcy is still missed everyday. I don’t think that’ll
ever stop, because Darcy wasn’t a dog so much as a weird little old man who
chose to reside with me. Fawkes isn’t here to replace Darcy, which would be
impossible…but he’s going to be a great new friend.
More about Fawkes when I’ve had some real sleep. Right now,
just enjoy the photos.
Keep the cutesy dog pictures away from my wife and kids!!!!
ReplyDeleteso Happy for your new addition... I totally understand, one dog can never replace another, but they do help with the loss. Wishing you years and years of happiness with Fawkes.
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