The Devil, The Dog and The Anthology, Part 2 of 2; Moving at the Speed of Love

[If you’d like to start with Part 1, click here – Part 1: I am not a Dog Person]

I may have mentioned it before, but I’m not a dog person. One of the beings I care for the most in this world was the topic of part one of this post, and the fact that he is of canine persuasion has not escaped my attention. That does not make me a dog person; I just love my buddy very much, and that’s what he happens to be.

So there I was, on the website for the local SPCA looking for a buddy for my buddy. I knew what I had in mind, and that the final decision was not mine, and I fully expected the search to be a long one. I am rarely won over easily. I had not yet considered that the Universe had coaxed my thought in this direction, or that it might have a particular rescue already in mind. Continue reading “The Devil, The Dog and The Anthology, Part 2 of 2; Moving at the Speed of Love”

The Devil, The Dog and The Anthology, Part 1 of 2: I am not a Dog Person

Please don’t call me a dog person; I’m not. Should you see me walking a little black dog dripping with cuteness or a big brown one lit up with love, don’t go and get the wrong idea. If you hear my voice rise to an excited falsetto proclaiming my love as I pet the aforementioned critters, don’t be fooled. I am not a dog person.

I met the big brown one first. He was attached to the girl I love, and she to him. We sat down together, Mammoth and I, and had a man-to-dog talk when he and I first began to share a home. I explained to him that I am not a dog person; nothing personal or anything, I’ve just never been a fan. I went on to explain that we could still live together and perhaps even enjoy each other’s company in some small way. I know myself, I told him, and I just don’t see my feelings about this changing. Continue reading “The Devil, The Dog and The Anthology, Part 1 of 2: I am not a Dog Person”