My dog makes me happy. I would say my husband, kids, flowers.. but they're all for another journal posting. This one is about Diablo. El Diablo is his given name.
Diablo is 4 and I've had him since he was born. I knew he was my puppy from the moment he came out and I had to cut the sac and rub his tummy to get him to breath. I knew from that moment, he would be my favorite dog ever.
When I first brought him home, I had him in this small dog carrier that looked huge with him inside. He cried and cried and cried until I couldn't take it anymore and took him out, gave him some kisses and put him in my shirt pocket. Yes. You read that right, he fit in my shirt pocket and happily too! We arrived home and he sniffed around a bit, never more than a few feet from his new momma. I was told that he needed to get used to a dog crate, so I figured.. that's where he'd sleep at night. HAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHA yeah. It went over about as well as a snowballs chance in hell. About an hour or so of whining, my roommates were begging me to take him out. Which eventually I did and put him in bed with me. I had a little doggie bed that totally swamped him, but he laid down and went to sleep in no time. He was too little to jump off the bed to go potty, and of course being just a baby, he had very little bladder control, so guess where he peed. yeah, in bed. WONDERFUL! I'd lay down a towl and go back to sleep. I had kids, i knew the routine. The next day I'd scrub the bed with whatever animal pee getter outter they had and repeat.
Diablo is a loveable little guy once he gets to know you. Back in his puppy days, everyone was a friend and he'd love on anyone who'd pet him. Nowdays, he'd bite if he wasn't controlled. I dont' know why he changed, but maybe it's because he's super protective of me.
I don't see how people give up their animals because I have never loved a dog more than I do this one, and he showes me every day just how much he loves his human. Chris says that when I'm gone, Diablo will lay across the back of the sofa and look out the hole he made in the blinds until I come home in the evenings. When I walk in the door, he's off to find a toy, sock, pen, chew toy, basically anything and brings it to me joyfully. If I don't respond quick enough, he'll start jumping, and jumping, and jumping, until I have picked him up for kisses.
We used to put clothes on him, but one day he decided he hated it and actually stood in one spot for almost 20 minutes. Once they're off, he'll hide them. Crafty littel buggar.
And freshly washed clothes, better still, freshly washed BLACK clothing. shirts, shorts, jeans, sweats, and his favorite, our black sheets. LURVES the sheets so hard that we don't use them anymore. I try to cover all the other freshly washed clothing with the black sheets, just so he gets his 'lets deposit as much fur as possible EVERYWHERE' quota and he's happy. Or so you'd think. he likes to burrow. so my efforts to cover all theh clothes are for naught, cuz the little crapper is under the pile somewhere.
Anyway, i was too tired to post this last night, so I'll show one more photo, and then start today's blog challenge.
What?! At least I didn't put lipstick on him. Although, he's been caught doing just that and with my 24 hour wear. So it lasts until Mommy gets home and sees what he's done while she's at work. Such a comedian. :D
