Men’s Best Friend

Posted by shooperman on Sep 12, 2009 in Relationships | 1 comment

It’s been awhile since I wrote on this blog. I haven’t stopped writing though, it’s just that I thought the stuff I went through in the past year would not be relevant to you.

So here I am, sitting by the harbor front at a Starbucks (where else, haha), writing this. Oh yes, I have a new companion now – his name is Bowser and he’s a 6-month-old golden retriever. Save for a few tense moments in the car on route to our destination (he gets car sick), Bowser is really the perfect company for me – he keeps to himself, doesn’t bark and is not easily aroused – as I could write on my outings with him.

So I have a pet now, but I only got Bowser towards the end of the hiatus, perhaps as a milestone or a reward of some kind. Much has happened on this journey. I have learned many lessons and I will be sharing some of them here. The end of that ‘journey’ doesn’t mean that the learning stops, in fact, a new chapter of my learning has commenced, and from here, I will have much more to share on this blog.

Today, I shall tell you the story of how Bowser and I met.

I had dogs before but they were never really mine. If you were to ask anybody who knows me, they will tell you how unlikely is it for me to own a pet, much more so, to own a pet when I’m living alone. It’s simply not me to go into a situation like this. I mean, I love animals, but to have to pick up their poo and wipe their ass everyday is something else.

It all started with “Marley and Me”. No, the movie didn’t get to me, but it sure got to Madeleine (my 10-year-old daughter), who then started chatting me on Facebook every other day to ask me to get a dog. She will bombard me with questions like “why don’t you get a dog, it’s the best companion” or “what percentage chance are you at right now on getting a dog”. At the same time, she will send me pictures of puppies, dog keeping articles, books, etc.

I was resilient at first. But when the gentle reminders turns into desperate cries, I had to give her something. I responded with numbers: initially “40%”, then “50%”, and eventually “70%”. I never moved beyond 70% and explained to Madeleine that the remaining 30% is really up to the dog.

Frankly, I am not entirely against the idea of keeping a dog. There are many a times when I’m alone and thought that having someone around is, well, nice.

So, I decided to give it a shot, just one. It’s going to be a one time thing: I would make an inquiry and that’s it. So I picked one of the many forum threads of dog owners selling puppies Madeleine sent me. I made one enquiry. One, that that got me one response to set up one meet.

On the day itself, I cleared my schedules, did nothing that could potentially throw me off. I made that day special – I believe in subtle energies and wanted my ‘waves’ to be as uncluttered and true as possible. You see, I am letting the puppies pick their master. It is really up to them now. Them, or whoever is guiding them.

I reached the breeder’s place early, calm my thoughts and as I walked to the door. It was ajar and I could see the breeder mopping the floor while three golden retrievers were seated obediently on the wooden couch. They were well-trained. But when I came into their sights, one of them started fidgeting and attempted to leap off the couch. The breeder cracked a command but to no avail. Bowser is now on the floor and running towards me. What can I say, he has chosen me and I know he is going to be my dog. The moment is now 100%.

As it turns out, Bowser is the perfect companion for me. On the first day home, he instinctively knew to take his business to the lawn. He would let out a groan in the mornings and whenever he has to go. He understood what “naughty boy” meant the very first time he heard it. He rarely barks and is very friendly with human, especially little children.

You wouldn’t believe how glad I am to have been chosen, Bowser’s nothing like Marley in the movie. Sometimes, it’s good to let go of ego and control and leave some things to Spirit.