Animals Are A Mirror

As I’m getting older and am now single, I notice the things around me more and more and what’s around me most are my dogs.  They really are amusing, educational and a little reflective in their personality traits.  Since I have three of them they each show me something different about my life.

My oldest Jack is a 12 year old Pit Bull mix.  He enjoys a nice soft bed as do I.  He is always up for a snack, particularly a good bag of chips, yep, me too.  He prefers the comforts of home above most outdoor adventures, happy to join in him in that.  He enjoys people in small doses but for the most part would just rather not be bothered, Amen! 

Loki is my three year old Rottweiler.  He is always up for a good cuddle,  I just love a good cuddle.  He prefers other dogs over people, I 100% agree with that sentiment.  When you get him riled he is exceedingly loud, guilty as charged!

My final dog was chosen with my ex and was always more his dog.  My darling little Kona who is also a Rottweiler and just turned one is by far the best looking of all the dogs and also a complete and total asshole!  He reflects my ex in just about every action he performs.  He is obnoxiously loud at night when everyone else is trying to sleep.  He howls every time someone comes in the house whether with approval or disapproval one can only guess.  He bites a lot, infer what you must from that one. 

I have an outdoor garden aquarium with 4 turtles in it which have been there, right outside the back door, for the entire 5 months we have now lived here and that dog just realized they were there two days ago!  Not the brightest or most observant crayon in the box.  He is absolutely not a cuddler, irritates all of the other dogs every opportunity he gets and destroys absolutely everything in his path costing me a fortune.  Somedays I don’t feel like my ex ever left! 

Watching these three, all at different ages and in different stages of their lives, knowing they were all adopted at different stages of my life, reveals a few frightening truths mirrored in the men I have chosen in my own life over the years.  The first lesson, at each stage of my life, the ones chosen have a little higher pedigree but a lot less actual breeding it would seem .  The second lesson, the work involved in their care is rewarding but often times involves a great deal of shit.  The final lesson, the cost of each has increased over the years with an ever diminishing return. All in all I think I got the better deal keeping the dogs.