I have a 4 year old French Bulldog name Charlotte Rose, aka “Piggy”. She has been with me since she was 11 weeks old. I remember picking her up for the first time in July of 2008 and feeling this powerful warm fuzzy connection….this little yellow dog was stealing my heart! How could a 5 pound, big-earred, smashed-face puppy have such a profound effect on this 54 year old woman. I’ve had dogs before……all of whom I’ve loved dearly. But, there was something about this little creature in my arms that was different…..
To this day, I still don’t know what it was that I felt back then……I just know, I still have it. Charlotte lights up a room when she enters it. She brings smiles to the faces she greets on a daily basis. And she has more patience in one little paw than I have in my whole body.
Now, I do get mad at her, don’t get me wrong. Charlotte is still a dog, and I am still a human who wants her dog to do what she tells her to. As all of you know, that’s not exactly how it works. But no matter how angry I get with her for making me wait in the rain while she tries to figure out exactly where the best place to pee is, I still find myself smiling just a little at that face as she runs up to tell me that she’s finally done and yes, she did what she was supposed to do. How can a person stay mad when looking at that little piggy nose?
Charlotte now weighs 21 pounds. She loves to chase the chipmunks and squirrels in our yard. Her favorite thing to do is to lie in the sun while I’m gardening….or, lie on the couch while I’m reading…or, lie in her kennel while I’m working on the computer…..you get the picture. She just wants to be near me.
I’ve often told myself that I would like to come back as a dog like Charlotte in my next life….just without the bad breath.
Blessings to you and your furry friends.