How adopting a dog made me a new person

When my jealous cat died, he took the only real reason why she wasn’t there dog Add to my relationship with the grave. As a homebody and introvert myself, these animals are the four-legged equivalent of the kind I can’t stand: spacious, overly happy, and constantly seeking attention. They also stink. But you know what they say: love is compromise.

After some heartbreaking scrolling through adoption ads, we picked up a five-month-old beast. My love was excited to welcome her, not so much. Despite this I spent many hours watching movies like BeethovenAnd Oliver and company. And Commissioner Rex For a rewatch, I can see the bloody photos of white dog And Kojo I can’t get it out of my mind. Not to mention that I will probably become what I’ve always hated the most, the perfect embodiment of the canine generation; Young people who do not respect their parents’ fixed picture of life (home, garden, child) and would rather have a dog than a child. Those kombucha drinkers at a sidewalk café, showing you how Buddy (the dog) takes CBD, while casually feeding the dog’s breath—the last bit no pedigree human would take, because it’s shameless—is vegan tempura. In Belgium, about 32% of people under the age of 34 own a dog. And 67% of them think it is okay for someone to lick their donkey-smelling face. The same kind of person who dares to preach when your skincare routine consists of fewer than nine steps.

Like a pair of Salomon boots or a Kangol hat, this Australian Shepherd / Shiba Inu / Goldendoodle / Brindle Dachshund is irresistible fashion accessory become, but also a sign of social status; Too bad you don’t have the same look with a Pomeranian, Weimaraner, American Stafford or Chihuahua rat. also brand names Don’t miss this new marketing opportunity: your little freckle can now dress up as Jacquemus, Moncler, or Carhartt. Wonderful.

When the time came I saw a clumsy creature vomit full of enthusiasm in the backseat of the car, only to eat it again just as quickly, and asked why would I do it to myself. Four months later I can’t help but realize how much my life has changed. I have changed.

I’m here with mine vomitingAnd Vincent Marshall become my dog ​​mentor, my feed is filled with reels of gold and sponsored posts for dressage apps; I’m seriously considering getting in Kanyecross Club And instead of dried tobacco, there are now pieces of dog biscuits in the bottom of my pocket. I’ve also discovered the magic of conditioning (Pavlov was a genius) and snub every unworthy little kid we pass on the street. Conversations with my love are also about the amount of dog poop and the fact that my hands feel like albino alligator skin through the leash. My closet is now full of functional pieces (a shapeless jacket, rain boots, muddy sweatpants full of hair—as a dog trainer you have no style). I also no longer have a problem with the ridiculous amounts of money I spend on games that will probably gnaw you to pieces in a few hours. I even looked Sleep without Shin (van rtl ed.) in full, despite the completely bad direction.

Now I think people who don’t like dogs no longer deserve to exist. And fireworks? This is sheer torture. I’d draw guns if it wasn’t a dog-equipped bar and curse the so-called Brussels cleaner. Cold fries, dirty tissues, pizza crusts, apple cores, and leftovers are all snacks that my four-legged friend happily sucks on. My ideal holiday destination no longer sounds like a sunny island, but a week in the Ardennes with my love, my dog ​​and a fireplace. I can see us walking through the woods hand in hand just like us l’Hymne de nos campagnes by Tryo Sing and watch the dog catch squirrels. Once it was scary to walk down the street, now getting out is like a trip to Care Bear Land. Are you tired of being single? Forget Tinder, just get yourself a dog. I have never been so approached as now with this beloved game. It seems that if you have a dog, people automatically see you as a friendly person. People smile at me for no reason, they ask me about her race, age and name. Some come to pet her (canine approval, another huge topic to talk about), hug her, and give her kisses.

But the ultimate experience, this is the park. Even with a 350 euro fine hanging over my head (There are not many dog ​​parks in Brussels)There is nothing better than seeing about thirty animals running and playing freely. You really feel part of the community, a close-knit group of inexplicable dog-owner duos. Leash in hand, you inevitably end up talking to someone. I hated that shallow chatter, but I just didn’t really know myself anymore. Sometimes I’m the one who initiates the conversation. And if we don’t have much to say, we just smile at each other, how sad it is that our dogs are fighting with each other. A funny hiccup Later, the conversation broke out again. Within a few weeks, I know the personality and name of every dog ​​in the neighborhood, ignoring the first names of the owners I chat with daily. But I can recognize their dog’s bark from afar.

Besides the fact that a dog makes you more active and sociable, it also gives you a sense of security. When I get up on a Sunday at 5:30 a.m. after a DPA (Urgent Pee Alert), I often encounter suspicious types. When she felt uncomfortable, she growled at them (making her look like a hybrid monster, half-hyena, half-wolf). With her by my side, I’m no longer afraid – and we all know how intimidating it can be as a woman.

And for the less pretty side – yeah, we’ll be talking poop – well, you’ll get used to it. Well, waiting for your four-legged friend to finish solitude can still feel awkward. And your dignity—even behind 2,343 tubes—certainly suffers when you kneel down for the umpteenth time to pick up those soft, warm things and load them into a sack as thick as a roulade. But let’s just say it warms your hands. And honestly, is there anything better than a fully formed turd’s pride? Before you know it, you’re congratulating your dog on a talking Rodin. And that stink of wet dog? Well, this stinks. But you didn’t notice it anymore. It’s now your scent too.

So is a dog a bit like having a baby? According to this study: 46% of dog owners see their pet as their offspring. So yeah, somewhere in America you will surely meet these fools who are enjoying themselves puppy shower or something. And yes, I, too, get as angry as those surprised moms on the plane when my dog ​​barks for no reason on the tram. Well my living room is colonized with so many silly toys and looks like a children’s playground. And yes, I feel personally attacked when someone says she was badly raised and I want to neuter my little Jack Russell every time he comes to harass her in the field. I may have gradually forgotten my darling’s name — “Bring the Ball Back to Daddy” — and sleeping is no longer something we do together but the three of us, and have to frame each other when we do something wrong. We want privacy. But my dog ​​also makes me think twice before I throw out my love because he didn’t wash the pan properly (because even though I write my dog, it’s actually his dog, when I leave him dog bye). aside, Spain just proposed joint custody of pets in the event of a divorce.

On the other hand, my body is still the same, I don’t make milk and I don’t worry about setting up a nursery. I don’t want to think about his friends or his grades in school, and I would never be offended that he calls me an old fart. I will not wake up in the middle of the night worrying because I have given someone more than a precarious future on a sick planet, who will outlive me and not even ask for it. So yeah, you may end up feeling like you or your partner are kind of a parent, that you’re raising someone. For me, it just helped channel my maternal instincts into a little creature to cuddle with, with the comfort of knowing I really didn’t want a baby. I am not selfless or brave enough to dedicate my life to raising someone with the hope that they will be better than me. I’d rather have a loyal friend who eats my books, pees in the middle of the living room, then gets a tummy rub, and never really knows who I really am.

Finally, owning a dog is an empowering act. Dogs love without expecting anything in return, and they are always happy to see you and help you give your life a routine. The amount of human traits she seems to have helps take your mind off things. Studies show it has an effect on you physical And Psychological health. If you struggle with anxiety or loneliness, this can really help – but please don’t have children for the same reasons. And basically, yes, I’ve changed, but I still don’t like people very much. So now when I’m bored I have an immediate excuse to leave: I have to go home and walk the dog.

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