So, last night as I lay in bed trying to keep Laz from smashing Lucy I was thinking about my dogs, how different they are. Demian is by far my favorite dog. I love that dog more than I've ever loved a person. Yet somehow he seems to get the least attention. He doesn't inflict himself upon me. I love that dog, he's my boo. He has gotten a lot better, but today his hips seem to be bothering him a lot. The weather got chillier and Demian started to hurt. Poor dog. He's 6. I worry that my Boo... well that he's old. I picked him out on my birthday 6 years ago. I didn't even want a dog, Jordan did. I fell in love with that dog the second I set eyes on him.
Laz is sweet and overly attached to me. He's clumsy and he puts himself in the way on purpose to get attention. He's a sweet dog, and I love him.
Lucy is a strange thing though. This beautiful dog just showed up on my doorstep.she was the sweetest thing from the second she shyly wandered up to me. She is attached to my hip and when I'm in bed she sleeps with her head on my shoulder. Lucy doesn't like men and she's really skittish leading me to assume that she was abused in the short life she had before she came here. She adores me and is very protective of me. I have affection for this sweet little girl dog most people reserve for their kids.
I dunno, the different emotions that these canines garner from me is odd and foreign to me. The frustrate the shit out of me, but I'm glad I have them.
