When we first got Winston, a month back, he was very laid back. We got him from the shelter and he seemed a bit quiet. Then we had to put the cone of shame in him after his little surgery. He was super chill. Didn’t bark once. Slept on us like a little puppy. Then slowly he started jumping. Chasing balls. Climbing onto the dining room table. One day he barked. I heard him bark. He doesn’t like cats, apparently. Each day he was more and more active.
More than a month in with my lovely dog, I have come to realize that he is a party animal. He loves hitting the streets and going for a walk. He is hot to trot with a very cute gait. He sprints down the street like a dog with a mission. A mission to have fun, that is. He is only 16 pounds and yet he seeks out the German Shepherd down the block in order to try to play with him. He doesn’t seem to realize that German Shepherd looks at him as if he was a snack. My doggie has no fear.
Whenever I put my shoes on, he is ready to go. I come downstairs in the morning and he jumps right on top of me and brings me his ball to play. This is at 5am. Where does he get so much energy from? He is amazing. At 6am I hear him running everywhere squeaking one of his toys. Honestly, it is one of the best sounds on earth. No matter what, he is ready to jump out into the yard or to dance with me.
You know what is even lovelier? I needed to take a nap today for about 25 minutes because I was feeling exhausted from everything that has been weighing me down. And while Winston is a part animal he is also a comfort animal. He put down his toy and climbed onto the couch with me and laid his little head onto my lap and feel alseep with me. He acted as my little teddy bear. Its moments like that in which you know humans are way better off with dogs in this world.