Why I Might Have Turned Into A Dog Person.

Before we got a puppy, I was dubious about dogs.

I’ve mentioned it before – I grew up with dogs. And they were nice and all, but they all LOVED my mother and only tolerated me. Also, from my perspective, they were a lot of WORK. Walking them, taking them out, playing with them, grooming them, etc. They could be smelly and slobbery and shed EVERYWHERE and barked and could be annoyingly enthusiastic.

I wasn’t sure they were worth it.

Cats, on the other hand, groomed themselves. They used the bathroom INSIDE the house. (Which, yes, I admit, really sucked to clean.) They were warm and small and fuzzy and smelled good and purred and left you alone a lot.

So when we made the decision to get a dog, I was kind of nervous. I was a Cat Person, after all. How would I do with a dog?

I have to say, I love our dog more and more every day. I tell Jeff that it’s because he’s Insidiously Cute; they HAVE to make puppies that cute because otherwise they wouldn’t survive to adulthood.

But it’s more than that.

I think I’m starting to see why dogs get the moniker of Man’s Best Friend.

Finley follows me EVERYWHERE. If he’s sleeping, and I walk into another room, he’ll get up, follow me, and then flop down none-too-gracefully at my feet.

He knows that we don’t like it when he barks, so when he needs to get my attention, he does this barky-growly-whiny thing which is NOT a bark, but does the trick to let us know he needs something. And if I have my headphones on? He’ll nudge me gently, then stare at me expectantly.

He’s ALWAYS happy to see me, no matter how long it’s been since I’ve gone; I get the royal treatment when I come home regardless of whether it’s been 5 minutes or a full day.

He will do ANYTHING for a treat. (And he actually believes ice cubes are a treat!) It has made him very trainable in many ways.

It’s a level of unconditional love that I am not sure I’ve ever experienced. Certainly not with Puck, who loved me, but on HIS terms. Finn is happiest when he’s around us – his pack. And when he looks up at me with those liquid eyes, I want to hug him and kiss him.

I am so happy he’s a part of our family.

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