I look at Bailey, our chaos dog, still, and think, you’re our dog. You’re our boy, part of our family. Wow.
I can’t believe it. I really can’t believe I’ve been a dog owner for two years, and that in that time my whole life and personality and outlook and emotional core has changed so much.
I’m a different person, because of Bailey. Along with Roma, he is my solace, and in the past few months has been my core sanctuary. Our time in the fields, with nature, has been the only thing that has kept me from madness. He has been a Godsend.
It’s been a tough couple of years. He has had some nasty outbursts with other dogs, particularly after being attacked by a Bull Mastiff. We have gone through many different approaches, as he is mostly unsociable, due to the incident with the mastiff and something from prior to his arrival with us, that we will never know about, and would need Cesar Milan to fix.
But he is wonderful. He is loved, by mine and Roma’s families, who dote on him, by our friends, by our Godchildren and by strangers, who constantly stop to admire him. And he laps it up, with mischief.
I’m smiling just thinking about him now, upstairs asleep with the love of my life, as I write this. He brings such joy to my life - he keeps me honest, creative, dedicated and focused. He calms me, raises me, infuriates me.
I am not ready for the day he won’t be with us. I never will be.
I can’t believe it’s been two years. In fact, it was two years on May 21. I forgot it. Bad Daddy. But he is just so much a part of the fabric of our lives, it’s like he has been here forever, and yet it’s only two years. I am a different person now. I’m happier now. I live more now. There are things I need to change about myself, and I’m in the process of doing that, but my life is full of love. And a lot of it comes from my biglittle pup.
Happy Birthday Mr. B.
I Love You.