The Story of The Dog

She came into my life quite by chance. I never meant to get a new dog at that time, but it was destiny that she'd come to me. She has saved me in so many ways, and she is my best friend. This is the story of The Dog.

If you follow me on Instagram, you will definitely have seen some pictures of her. The Black dog, a sometimes very unwilling model, but when she wants to pose, she could be a high-fashion model.

I had just moved to Los Angeles, California after losing my previous dog in an accident. And I had sworn not to get a new dog in many years as the pain was too deep, and no one could ever replace that dog. Maybe I'll tell you her story one day.

I wanted to live a few years without the responsibility of having a dog, maybe travel a bit. Plus, having a dog in a city like L.A. didn't seem like a good idea. But then I got an email from the owner of my previous dog's mom.

Turned out she was planning one last litter from the mom, and as she knew how heartbroken I had been when I lost that dog, she insisted I should get first pick from a new litter.

I didn't think too much about it, my heart was set - no new dog for me in a few years. But the breeder got very upset that I wouldn't have a new daughter of her dog, and she simply wouldn't take no for an answer. So she gave me the greatest gift anyone could ever give me, a puppy.

The breeder included me on all the plans, let me have a say in who the father of the litter should be, and less than 6 months after my previous dog died, a new litter came into the world. Six beautiful girls, and I could pick which one I wanted.

When the breeder told me that one of the puppies was extremely early in leaving the puppy pen, and found exploring the house alone several times, I knew that was the one for me. And after a long wait, and a long flight - where both me and the breeder were besides ourselves of worry - The Dog landed on LAX, and I went to pick her up.

As we drove from the airport and back to my apartment, she fell asleep in my arms. And I was in love with her.

Since then she's been my faithful companion. Even as a puppy, she was a very wise and expressive dog. She would always pick up on my feelings, and she often knows what I feel or want, long before I know it myself.

One time I got sick, The Dog was about 4 months at the time. And I slept the whole day long. When I woke up, she had put all her toys lined up perfectly on the edge of my bed.

I'm not sure if she wanted to give them to me for comfort, or if she had tried to get my attention. But still to this day, almost 10 years later, she comes and hands me her toys if I'm upset or unwell.

Sadly, I had a boyfriend who didn't treat her well when I wasn't around. And it took me a while to realize what was going on. The Dog started getting nervous and scared, and when neighbours came to tell me they had seen him kick her, the choice was easy: Get her to safety as quickly as possible.

So we got onto a plane to Norway within a week of that discovery. And I had to spend close to a year rebuilding her confidence and trust in men.

Though I will never forgive myself for putting The Dog in harms way, she's shown just how strong she is by bouncing back the way she did. And she now loves people, children, men and women, they are all an opportunity to get cuddles.

The whole experience made us so close, and I will always put her first. She is the most important part of my life, a best friend like no one else. Someone who is always there to share my happiness, cheer me up when I need it, lick away my tears, and just curl up in my arms.

Together we've been through a lot. We've played around with obedience competitions, something she loves, we've tried tracking, something she's very talented at, and we just love walking around and explore different places.

And after we've moved to the city, she's seemingly started her own support group for elderly women who can't have dogs anymore due to health issues. I'm not sure how The Dog does it, but she can sniff these old ladies out many meters away. And they all get so happy when she comes up to them and let them pet her and tell us their stories about the dogs they used to have.

The Dog, though considered a big dog by most standards, strongly disagrees with this. She sees herself as chihuahua sized. Something she's demonstrated a few times... Like when a man in a wheelchair came over and asked if he could pet her, and she gladly jumped into his lap. Much to his amusement.

She also keeps me safe during thunderstorms and when I go for nightly walks around the city with my camera. Even if we may disagree on who's a scary person and who's not. Such as the time she befriended a homeless man in San Francisco.

I guess I should trust her more, as she is an excellent judge of character.

And I am so grateful to the breeder who insisted I needed a new dog. She was right. I don't know where I'd be without The Dog, and I cherish every single day I get with her. I couldn't have asked for a better friend.

“Dogs are our link to paradise.
They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon
is to be back in Eden,
where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.”
― Milan Kundera

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