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Suburban Dreaming
Sometimes I Don't Mind
02/18/09 at 08:51 PM by HammersNStrings
Few things in this world are as soft as the fur of my golden retriever, which is why I often lay with my head on her and curl up in a ball around her sleeping form. Her presence is reassuring during nights spent alone in a bed too big for just one person. She snores loudly, but I never mind because sometimes I think I do, too. The only thing wrong with her as a cuddle buddy is that she is a serial sleep-farter, the queen of SBD’s that could turn your nose hair green on the way in.

During my days off, we play games together, starting with a morning walk in the city park across from my apartment building. The neighborhood kids waiting at the bus stop know her name, and we must stop in for her daily ear scratches before the kids go to school or she will shun me all day. When we make it to the park, we do our normal loop around the pond so she can bark at the ducks and geese, which are beginning to show up again. We walk past the playground, and if we’ve slept in, we might catch more kids playing--more people for her to awe with her good behavior and affection. Beckett is truly a citizen of the world, a Good Will Ambassador of sorts with a tail. Even the toughest wankster will coo at her when she runs up to him.

My parents originally purchased her for me as a Christmas present because they wanted me to have something that would both make me happy and give me something to take care of besides myself, because I was slacking on that front. They were worried about me, because when life at work would get busy, I would forget to do even simple tasks, like eating. I questioned their decision at first. If I couldn’t even remember to feed myself, how was I going to remember to fill a puppy’s food bowl? That problem was easily solved, however. Beckett is good with reminding me that she’s hungry, assuming I don’t get to the task first. She will hop up in my bed and plop down on my chest with her paws in my face. Have you ever smelled dog’s feet? Yeuck.

We’ve settled into a routine now. She is better than an alarm clock, because if I don’t wake up, she’ll go to the bathroom on the floor. The smell of fresh puppy shit is enough to shake even the most hardcore of sleepers out of their slumber. In fact, I’m not sure why they don’t have a puppy working for the hospital to try to bring people out of comas. It could work.

There is only one thing that she seems to be jealous of--my laptop. So I’m going to close it now and head back to my nap. I just thought I should talk about her a little bit, because even if she’s snoring, or biting my thumbnail between her front teeth, I am filled with such love when I look at her. I’ve never felt like that about a person before. Here’s hoping someday I will.
Tags: beckett, love of my life, furry lolz
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