What a perfect day to do my first Blog Homework assignment! Shortly after waking up this morning, I checked my Facebook notifications from "On This Day", and discovered today is the day I got Tails two years ago! I was set on the name "Tails" for a Corgi, because of the fox-like attributes they have. When I found out she was a chick, I had the talk with my boyfriend: keep the name, or come up with another one? Fuck. It. Tails was perfect, because she doesn't even have a tail. So, when I don't feel like explaining where her name came from (usually anyone who gets it will ask "Like Tails from Sonic?"), I can just put on a smile and say "Irony".
I almost thought she wasn't going to be mine, but thankfully she was apart of a friends litter. I've always wanted to adopt some type of animal from a shelter, but Corgi's have always been my favorite breed and I couldn't turn the opportunity down. I was surprised at how many people gave me dirty looks when asked if she was adopted. But, as someone who deals with depression and anxiety on the daily, I NEEDED her. When she became mine, I had one summer semester left in college before I graduated in August. My boyfriend lived over an hour away from me at this point, and although I had some great college friends, I couldn't always lay my problems on them. Tails, however, doesn't judge me when I break down and cry over something small. There are many times when she'll upset me by eating the crotch out of my underwear (her favorite past-time), but I couldn't imagine my life without her. I see so many people that freak out after they get a puppy and it chews up something of theirs and offer to give it away immediately. I want to go Billy Madison on these people so badly; "You got a pet. You got a responsibility". Thankfully, I can get new underwear and shoes and thigh highs, but I can't get another Tails.
I can't wait til the day Tails can get a brother or sister, and hopefully one I can say I rescued! But for me, I'm just happy she rescued me.
xoxo, Beats
