I ponder for a subject to write about today. On cue my companion nudges me to remind me of the time, it’s dinner time. His stomach clock is better than the latest ‘Fit Bit’.
There was recently a blogger requesting all to share their love stories and made me want to write about someone other than my “Dandelion Guy” https://uma197.wordpress.com/2017/01/19/the-story-of-the-dandelion-guy/
I met him online …..
This was my first time going online and drooling over different types bodies. Some very masculine, some just petite and cute. I hadn’t decided and I didn’t know what type would suit me and my family. With that excuse I spent hours researching about different breeds. Luckily dogs don’t call you out on generalising them as per their breeds. I think that would be pure breedism (there is actually a thing called dog breed discrimination obviously – I invented breedism). I saw a comment that referred to Beagles as great landscapers. I am sure there are Beagles who don’t dig and there are other breads who may dig. Anyway I am someone who does a Phd before buying toothbrush (mmm… pity I didn’t do that when picking my husband), so I continued with my research.
I had spent days searching through websites of animal shelters, dog breeders etc, one day while at work, let’s say during my lunch break, I continued with my online perving, then I just stopped. My eyes fell on this adorable hunk of meat. His eyes, his googly eyes just hooked me right in. I rang the phone number given and said “I want him”. I rang my husband and said the same thing. It was love at first sight.
That afternoon we picked our boys from school and headed straight to meet my new guy. He was simply divine. There were others with him, they were cute too. But, my eyes did not sway. I looked at Peter, the owner and said “Yes, I want him”.
It was a hot day, a very hot day, so Peter told us that it was too hot for him to travel that day and to return next day. The forecast was cooler temps for the following day. He gave us advise on things to get ready for his arrival. But we paid for him and returned home slightly disappointed to return home empty handed. Not exactly empty handed, we took home his new bedding, his own crockery, toys, food etc.
I couldn’t sleep all night. The few times I dozed off, were filled with dreams of my little cuddly boy. The next day slowly dawned. I still had to get through the drudge of the days living responsibilities. Finally school pick up and we go straight to see Peter.
He is mine. Apparently he is ours and I have to share. Okay I will share but he is mine.
He is of mixed parents. Not sure who is who but one of them was a Pug and the other a King Charles Cavalier. He wears the wrinkles better than anyone I know. His snout is flat but not flat as a pancake as the pure pugs. His name is Mr. Galileo Ganesan and mostly referred to as Leo.
He is a Foodie. He has even tried out bird seed. He went through a lot of trouble to obtain that treat and may have been disappointed to find that it didn’t taste as good as the Kangaroo Salami that Arj (my youngest) has packed to take to Japan. Well that was really to his liking as the next day he showed interest in tasting the second pack. It was so good he even didn’t mind the wrapper or the metal clip at the bottom. He enjoys the fruits from our garden. It doesn’t bother him that the peaches have pits, he just downs it all in one go. But his personal favourite is my mum’s Sri Lankan “Hoppers”.
Loves his creature comforts. He doesn’t see the point in sleeping on the floor when you can sleep on the couch. A couch with cushions is even better. What would make it perfect would be a heat pack. These are not things we have given him, these are things that he acquires himself.
Some may refer to him as “fat”, I prefer the word “portly”, yes I think he just a bit portly. And it could be muscles and not fat?
This gorgeous thing has a serious side to him too. He came to me, at one of my darkest of times. I was on remission but then I had to go for another surgery to remove another lump. Surgery was brutal, but the recovery was even worse. I could hardly move. Once my husband and son left home, it was just him and me. He knew that I was in pain, he followed me from bed to the couch. He kept me company, he kept guard outside the bathroom door. He was my companion and he was my Protector. This surgery was 5-6 years ago. But just like that scars that remain in my body, he remembers it far too well not to guard the bathroom door. So even to date he keeps watch outside my bathroom everyday. Doesn’t like anyone coming home after a blood test with the bandaid on the inside of the elbow. He knows too well, it was a sign mum wasn’t well.
He understands packing a suitcase means someones departure. He doesn’t mind my husband packing just the hand luggage, he knows dad’s just going for business and will be back tomorrow. But big bags means big leave. He will start to mope and his eyes will droop. It will break your heart and rip your soul.
Yes, I met him online. There is truth in “love at first sight”.