I’ve been around dogs my entire life, whether they be family pets, gf’s pets, sister’s dogs, friend’s dogs, etc., and thought I knew a lot about them, but I’ve realized no that you don’t know anything about dogs until you are their sole provider. Then, you begin to learn, but they still keep you guessing.
The biggest surprise to me is how different their personalities are. I knew that the personalities varied, but I didn’t know how much until I had Rosie and Lily. They are as different as is possible while still both being dogs. I don’t know if you remember this old SNL skit with Mike Myers and Nicole Kidman:
Rosie is Phillip. Lily is Grace.
It is amazing how different they are with everything. When I give Rosie a treat, she lunges for it, grabs it, and runs racing into the bedroom to devour it. Lily daintily grabs it, careful not to bite fingers, and chews on it a bit and then hides it for future consumption. When we go out in the snow and rain, Rosie goes “BWHAAHAHAHAHAH” and screams out into it, jamming her nose in the snow, rolling around, loving the rain. Lily looks at me and says “Why do you do this to me? Why must my bathroom be wet and cold. My feet are cold. This sucks.” When we go to bed, Lily is usually already in bed, because she goes in at ten and makes herself comfortable. When I lie down, she delicate arranges herself in a pile right next to me under my right arm next to my chest, under the covers. Rosie waits till the last minute, staying up with me until bedtime, and then, after I get in bed, she flings herself violently onto the bed. She then walks over me and Lily until she decides where she wants to be, and then thrashes around until she can get the covers up, often pulling them off me and Lily, and then flops down. It doesn’t matter if she is on top of me or on top of Lily, THAT IS WHERE SHE IS SLEEPING GODDAMNIT. When I grab the leashes, Rosie gets so excited- “We’re going for a walk. A WALK! WALK WALK WALK WALK I LOVE WALKS!” and darts around in circles all excited, impossible to get the leash on. Lily sits next to my feet waiting for me to put the leash on- “Thank you. I did have to potty and would like to sniff some foul things. You are so wonderful.”
It really is funny how different they are.
And for those of you wondering, Tunch sleeps in a kitty bed from Petco on the top left portion of the bed next to my head, and he has his own ten minute ritual before we are allowed to sleep, which includes pacing up and down the length of the bed, purring, demanding I pet him while headbutting me. Then he gets in his kitty bed and circles around it for a bit before settling in. I’d probably get a half hour more sleep every night if the animals did not have their bedtime rituals.