This weeks homework assigned by @rambo & @missy is to write about our pets. I am so ecstatic that this is the topic for the week. Anyone who knows me personally knows that my dog Mya is my pride and joy. She is the only reason i'm still on this planet and I mean every word of that. I wrote a blog about her in the past but I will never give up an opportunity to rant about my fur baby. My lady is a four year old Yorkie-Bichon. When I was 14 years old I lived with my mother. She was battling depression at this point and since I was in my rebellious phase she didn't have the strength to care for me so she shipped me off to my father all the way in Calgary. At the time I was young and ignorant so I couldn't understand that she was doing what was best for me. Now i'm just kinda rambling but long story short when I arrived in Calgary I was moody, doing an unhealthy amount of drugs and refused to do anything productive with my life (school, work). I was lonely, lost and had suicidal thoughts almost every hour. It didn't help that I was away from my childhood dog Josie that I spent every day with (late childhood dog anyway, she passed last May ) :(:(:(
Not knowing what to do with me, my father decided it would be a good idea to get me a dog. Though my father is the most intelligent man I know, this was by far the best thought he has ever had. We drove around Calgary for 3 days searching for the perfect puppy and I almost lost hope but I refused to give up. We drove to one pet store which closed in 15 minutes. I saw her in the display case and I fell in love instantly. Since they were just about closing I had to come back the next day. I stayed up all night due to my heart racing like crazy from the moment I knew she would be mine.
I spent everyday taking care of her, taking her for long walks, playing with her, and this fluffy little ball of sunshine finally made me feel joy again.
Over the years i've grown to love her more and more with each day. I've learned all her quirks, her signals, her sass. I've learned the noises or movements she makes when she's annoyed, excited, or anxious. I know that no one else will be able to care for her because they don't know that though she is the absolute sweetest dog you will ever meet, she is a princess and she demands to be treated like one.
She is a picky eater, she won't come when she's called 70% of the time unless there's something in it for her. She falls asleep on my pillow before I get to my bed and makes sure she looks super cute when doing so, so I feel bad moving her and end up sleeping on the couch. Did I mention she is hilarious?
Everyone who meets her instantly falls in love almost like I did. She has a certain charm that can even crack the most supreme dog-hater of them all.
She makes me laugh, she licks my tears when I cry and she lays against me when she can sense i'm upset. Sure she really pisses me off sometimes because she destroys most things and eats my BBQ off the table, but I wouldn't trade her for the world. All I can wish for her is that she gets to live the long, and happy life she deserves because I know she does everything in her power everyday to make sure that I am.
I plan on getting a portrait of her tattooed on me very soon as soon as I find an artist worthy of painting her beauty on my canvas.
Okay this is the last one I promise.
