Heart Dog(s)

As I mentioned, I adopted a dog a month and a half ago.  Renzei — after “Firenze” but with an “i” since it is pronounced as such.   Since then, it’s not an exaggeration to say that life has been 24/7 with him.  But it’s funny how you don’t feel particularly inconvenienced by this lifestyle change.  As with a lot of shelter adopted dogs, as I was told, Renz has severe separation anxiety issue.  He cannot bare to see you out of sight for even 2 minutes, before he starts whining like he is abandoned yet again.   I know he should be trained and so he will be, but a limping leg when adopted revealed a fractured bone, and so wait we must until he is 100% well.  This means we take him everywhere.  He’s been to work with me almost everyday.  We shop at stores that will allow him, and I even smuggled him in a cart into Target until he was asked to leave.  We now eat al fresco whenever we dine out, or tie him on a pole close by so he can see us (still whines.)   I walk him every couple of hours so he can pee and worries when he doesn’t poo couple of times a day.  I am, officially those “crazy dog owner” that treats canine like one of the family.  Yes I speak to him.  I also hug him and snuggle up to him incessantly.  I display framed pictures of him, have them on computer and cell phone.   I have Facebook.  He has Dogbook.  And I can honestly say, I feel a lot of times saved by being chosen by him.  As I spoil him, people say “Lucky dog.”  I am the lucky one.