Having a life with a dog is something one always dreams of. I am not sure why exactly is this idea of dog is so romanticised. The idea of being loved, the idea of cuddling , the idea of taking care of, idea of taking responsibility everything is such a big thing, when it comes to a dog. We all believe that one dog will change everything.
I was meeting becky ( my Alsatian bitch) after 11 months, she was 1 year and 2 months old, so yes I had only spent the initial days with her. And I had loved every bit of those days. I was madly in love with her, the puppy , the sweet little adorable thing. I was pretty sure about my feelings, about my future with her. I had decided that I would like to grow old with her. and then I went away. Seeing her after 11 months was shock. She had become HUGE, the puppy had outgrown me, she was no more a kiddo, she was damn smart and she remembered me, something Ill always be thankful about. But my girl had grown up. she was just different.
She did not cuddle with me, cmon she is a german shepard , she had better things to do. she did not listen to any of my commands, she was a German Shepard and that too a spoilt one, so it was the other round. I was mostly running behind her, listening to her, following her orders, following her time table. my perfect life no more seemed perfect. It was not the way I had thought off. It was not romantic at all. all those books i had read, all those lovely movies i had seen. NOTHING. it was just simple. She was a dog and I was a human being. the relationship had boiled down to that.
But this is something, a big lesson that i learned, becky does not complicate life, she does not romanticise life. she lives her routine every day and she seeks happiness in her mundane life. I was expecting her to change my life, expecting her to perform miracles , I was expecting her to human. She was plain a dog and she did exactly what she knew.
She loved me, in her own way and she did nt have to prove it in any other way.
So Miss Becky for every mood of yours, for every bite of yours, for every sweet licking of yours. love ya.
I was meeting becky ( my Alsatian bitch) after 11 months, she was 1 year and 2 months old, so yes I had only spent the initial days with her. And I had loved every bit of those days. I was madly in love with her, the puppy , the sweet little adorable thing. I was pretty sure about my feelings, about my future with her. I had decided that I would like to grow old with her. and then I went away. Seeing her after 11 months was shock. She had become HUGE, the puppy had outgrown me, she was no more a kiddo, she was damn smart and she remembered me, something Ill always be thankful about. But my girl had grown up. she was just different.
She did not cuddle with me, cmon she is a german shepard , she had better things to do. she did not listen to any of my commands, she was a German Shepard and that too a spoilt one, so it was the other round. I was mostly running behind her, listening to her, following her orders, following her time table. my perfect life no more seemed perfect. It was not the way I had thought off. It was not romantic at all. all those books i had read, all those lovely movies i had seen. NOTHING. it was just simple. She was a dog and I was a human being. the relationship had boiled down to that.
But this is something, a big lesson that i learned, becky does not complicate life, she does not romanticise life. she lives her routine every day and she seeks happiness in her mundane life. I was expecting her to change my life, expecting her to perform miracles , I was expecting her to human. She was plain a dog and she did exactly what she knew.
She loved me, in her own way and she did nt have to prove it in any other way.
So Miss Becky for every mood of yours, for every bite of yours, for every sweet licking of yours. love ya.
