I have had my dog, Pickle, for 4 years. I think. I am pretty sure. Right? Anyway, Thursday is her "Pickle-versary". 4 years ago I picked up a lovely, fussy, not-yet-silly Beagle who placed her little tiny chin in my hand, and just about killed me.
To all the parents and other pet-owners and non-pet owners: I don't DARE compare owning a dog to a human. I get it. I can leave Pickle for hours, unattended, while she sleeps. She poops outside in a bag. She doesn't require much in terms of values/teaching morals/the value of helping humanity.
But, she kills me. This little beagle, with her little soft ears and her fucked-up scarred face.
It's not that she's a sub for a family, or a kid or what-not--but she's just perfect for me.
I love watching her sleep and have puppy dreams, I love watching her ignore me as she hunts some random beagle scent trail, yells at me when I come home too late, and scratches her right ear like she has mites when she's stressed, and I love how she snores like a god-damn hobbit.
I hate when she pees on my ikea carpets, and begs for food if I sit on the couch, or humps me when she wants attention (she loves my right forearm!).
Some day, she'll die and I'll be super-sad. But, for now, Pickle Juice Eldridge, if it's 3 or 4 years or who knows---be the good beagle you are.
And, just in case you want to adopt a dog: for sure, check out:
http://www.gotbeagles.org/
These dogs LOVE all humans, all kids, all other pets. I always say---Pickle is too passive for her own good.
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