Dogs

October 22, 2007 - Monday


It is often said that our dogs reflect our personalities.

Once upon a time, I had a dog named Chewey. Chewbacca was a chow chow... beautiful, stubborn, regal, untamable - and willfully disobedient.

I loved that dog, and he me. He was strong, and fearless. Strangers could approach him, but he would ignore them - looking away. If someone approached quickly or aggressively - they literally risked their lives.

I identified with that dog. He was loyal to the few he loved, took care of us and of the other animals he felt were his responsibility. He was gentle with kids and puppies - but did not suffer fools nor adults gladly.

Chewey died 8 years ago. I still miss him. Now, I have a little lap dog, named elizabetta. Elizabetta is very sweet, though none to bright. She is so eager to please that she wets herself in pleasure if you say "Good Girl".

The least bit of attention, offered by anyone - causes her to have near orgasm. Her need for contact and attention is nearly desperate.... no matter how much she gets, it is never enough.

Some times, some days - I feel like I am becomming Elisabetta. That scares me. I would much rather be Chewbacca, who never let anyone touch him -

Maybe I should get a new dog.