We have an alien living with us, and we paid for her, and after a few days we also named her. She’s about a foot and a half tall, 24 pounds, hairy, walks on four legs, and occasionally stands on two. She doesn’t speak our language at all or understand more than a dozen words. Words that she does understand she does selectively. But the ones she knows, she knows very well. Walk, leash and sometimes sit. We don’t have a clue as to what language she speaks.
One thing for sure is we know when she’s hungry. Other than that most communications are a guess on our part. She doesn’t seem too concerned about any of it. We didn’t realize when we got (paid for, did I mention that?) her what we were really getting ourselves into. There are absolutely no regrets and lots of joy.
This little alien has taken over every aspect of our lives, and we’re grateful for that. She chases the quail and rabbits in our yard. Unfortunately for my wife she caught a rabbit after four years of solid chases. She (Hobie) was quite proud, and I got a call at work about “my dog.” A few months ago she saw her first cat in the yard. I only work five miles from home, and I’m surprised that I didn’t hear her otherworld howls, or my wife’s right behind that. Both the wind and large birds flying low make her very nervous. She takes off like a rocket ship when someone is walking their dog down the street.
An interesting habit she has developed is the 2:00am house walk. She sits next to the bed and begins a series of low grunts, moving up to slight woofs, and if that isn’t getting any response she moves on to a full bark. My wife and I both lie there pretending we’re each asleep, wondering why the other one doesn’t get up and do something. When I do get up, what she wants to do is take a short walk through the house. She likes to check out her toy box, cruise through the kitchen, look at her food and water bowls,(not necessarily eating or drinking anything), and then heads back down the hall, looking over her shoulder wondering why I’m not on my way back to bed.
We love her, and she loves us unconditionally. I thought I knew what unconditional love was, until God sent us this little dog. Now I know.
One thing for sure is we know when she’s hungry. Other than that most communications are a guess on our part. She doesn’t seem too concerned about any of it. We didn’t realize when we got (paid for, did I mention that?) her what we were really getting ourselves into. There are absolutely no regrets and lots of joy.
This little alien has taken over every aspect of our lives, and we’re grateful for that. She chases the quail and rabbits in our yard. Unfortunately for my wife she caught a rabbit after four years of solid chases. She (Hobie) was quite proud, and I got a call at work about “my dog.” A few months ago she saw her first cat in the yard. I only work five miles from home, and I’m surprised that I didn’t hear her otherworld howls, or my wife’s right behind that. Both the wind and large birds flying low make her very nervous. She takes off like a rocket ship when someone is walking their dog down the street.
An interesting habit she has developed is the 2:00am house walk. She sits next to the bed and begins a series of low grunts, moving up to slight woofs, and if that isn’t getting any response she moves on to a full bark. My wife and I both lie there pretending we’re each asleep, wondering why the other one doesn’t get up and do something. When I do get up, what she wants to do is take a short walk through the house. She likes to check out her toy box, cruise through the kitchen, look at her food and water bowls,(not necessarily eating or drinking anything), and then heads back down the hall, looking over her shoulder wondering why I’m not on my way back to bed.
We love her, and she loves us unconditionally. I thought I knew what unconditional love was, until God sent us this little dog. Now I know.
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