Because today is dog appreciation day…
Before 2006, I never, ever, thought I would have a dog. Then I experienced living with post traumatic stress disorder after surviving a serious car accident. I rarely left my apartment after that moment. There were a number of reasons why I had trouble leaving my apartment and my cat made it very comfortable for me to stay home. I slept a lot. I barely went to improv shows or anywhere. I did force myself to write a one person show and it did pretty well, but then I kept going back to bed.
I don’t know how the idea of having a dog came to me, but once it did, I was hell bent on getting one. I looked at all kinds of dogs. I loved them all. For some reason, I kept going back to getting a white dog. No real reason why. I was promised 2 different dogs on 2 different occasions, but both of the adoptions fell through. I was on the phone with the woman when she told me the pup I was going to adopt got snagged by someone else right before me and she quickly said, “But I have another dog for rescue! She’s a bichon frise. Pure bred. She was rescued from a puppy mill. She’s only 7 months old and might need a lot of care.”
Her name was Sunshine, the dumbest name in the world. She was scared and wouldn’t walk on her own and looked like crap. I had to save this poor dog.
I had her in a dog crate in the subway ride back to Queens.
She diarrhead all up in it.
I crated her through the night, but had it set up so she could see me.
She wined and cried.
And diarrhead all up in it.
I tried to take her for a walk.
She stood. And shook.
I gave her a treat.
She diarrhead all up in the one grassy spot in Astoria.
I immediately took her to puppy training.
She sat in between my legs and peed while the other dogs roamed.
I took her home, but as soon as I left, she howled and cried.
(Off of the advice of my trainer) I took 3 days off work and got her to stop crying.
For good. She now only yips if she gets too excited with play time.
I took her to puppy training and dog parks for 4 months straight.
She eventually was able to meet every dog, from any walk of life, and greet them without fear.
She got me out of the house.
She made me smile every day I felt like I couldn’t.
I saw her make other people smile by just walking past them.
I saw her change, grow, get better, which made me change, grow, get better.
She got me out of the house. Willingly! With joy!
And then she passed obedient training with flying colors.
Now she cuddles with me at night.
And she’s very good at playing fetch.
She loves cats, like, as friends.
I named her after a joke and she makes me laugh with or without her silly name.
Emmie Loo Skeris is the best damn dog ever.
We appreciate each other.