I have a dog named Dixie. She is a black dog with a white belly. She is half Labrador Retriever and half Border Collie. I think she has some Pit Bull in her DNA or lineage somewhere too but I am not 100% on that. Dixie is super sweet and loving. She loves giving kisses and is honestly kind of a beggar when it comes to food. She is goofy and hyper, but that’s who she is and I would not trade her for any other dog alive today. She is my goofball and I love her craziness and her antics. Plus after a long day at my agency or a doctor’s appointment or whatever, it gives me so much joy knowing my doggie is always at the door waiting for me.
I was at camp last summer for a week and had my phone with me. I was able to talk to my parents every day so I didn’t miss them as much as I would have if I didn’t have my phone with me. Dixie on the other hand? I couldn’t talk to her but I could hear her in the background on the phone. Weird as it sounds, I asked my parents to hold the phone up to Dixie so I could say hi to her. I actually missed my dog more than my parents at camp. Actually, when I got home from camp, Dixie was the first one I went to. She was bouncing off the walls when she saw me, and trust me, the feeling was mutual!
I mentioned that Dixie is kinda hyper. Luckily for me, I know her weakness…BELLY RUBS! She loves her belly rubs! I love it when I find that one spot on her stomach that she enjoys and her leg starts twitching. Dixie is my best friend and I know I can tell her anything. I think dogs have a sort of sixth sense of when something is up or wrong. Take my pacemaker and my broken arm for example. When I came home from the hospital for my pacemaker in 2015, I was laying on the couch and Dixie never left my side. She put her paw on my lap and licked me nonstop. When I broke my arm, Dixie laid right next to me and put her head on my shoulder. She knew I was hurt and stayed with me. When I got home from my arm surgery, it was the same thing. She never left my side and was just there for me.
I love messing with Dixie. It’s so fun! Whenever we play fetch, I’ll pretend to throw the ball. She goes running, stops mid-run, and looks around confused. It’s really funny! Mean…but funny. Unlike any other member of my family, I know Dixie does not judge me. To her, I am the best person on the face of this God’s green Earth. Dixie is my dog and she will always be my dog. Granted, I still live with my parents and that, by default, makes her a family dog. But when we got Dixie, she was 4 weeks old and the cutest puppy I had ever seen. A then-friend of mine asked me if I wanted the dog since she couldn’t keep it in her apartment. I said yes and my dad and I drove her home in a cardboard box. So seeing as the puppy was offered to me and nobody else, I think that validates my saying Dixie is MY dog.
I think pets choose their owners and their humans, and Dixie chose me. I am SO honored that she did! I have the best four-legged friend in the world and she has my eternal and unconditional love. Even when she does something she’s not supposed to do, all is forgiven by me because of those adorable 11-year-old puppy eyes. I love my dog and everything about her! I know I will be extremely upset when it’s her time. I’d probably wind up getting another dog at some point, but Dixie and my old now-deceased dog, Buster, will always have a spot in my heart. I have a soft spot for my pets and I know I am not alone in thinking that.
So that’s it from me. I wanna hear from you. Do you have any pets and do you have a special bond or relationship with them? Thanks for reading!