I don’t know what I would do without my dog, Ravi. He makes me smile everyday. In the mornings he lies down by my knees while I eat, or nudges right next to me when he wants to be petted. When I’m home from work he jumps on the couch ready for me to put the leash on him so I can take him out. He’ll lie on his back so I can scratch his belly, and I swear he does it on purpose because he knows he looks adorable doing it. And he sleeps curled up against my back in bed. He won that battle. I tried.
My dog is smart. When I’m mad at him he howls. It’s a cute baby howl. It’s practically impossible not too laugh. He sounds like I’m killing him, and I haven’t even touched him! Seriously, he’s so melodramatic! I wonder where he gets that from…
It’s impossible to discipline him. He does know that I’m the alpha, but barely. When I’m training him… let’s not mention the training. The clicker is a godsend though.
Here’s the thing. My dog is like my kid. I adore him and worry about him. I never would have thought like this a year ago. I’ve joined ‘that’ club. Awesome!