I would like for you to meet Rylee. She’s my idiot dog and she’s the shit. I got her about 3 years or so ago when she was about 4 years old. She was found on the side of the road as a puppy and taken to a Boxer rescue. No one adopted her for 4 years because she’s a pure bread mutt and not even close to a boxer at all. She’s probably mostly Boarder Collie and Basenji with a little bit of Pitt, a little bit of Lab, and ears that go independently in every direction. She has the body of a Collie and unfortunately the brains of a Basenji. I say this because she’s incredibly disobedient and, although she’s 45 lbs., thinks she’s a lap dog. She’s my partner, my friend, and my confidant. She goes to work with me, runs with me, sleeps with me, and wants nothing more than for me to just sit all day and pet her.
Here’s why she’s the shit. It doesn’t matter what happened to me during the day or if I didn’t close a big deal, she’s as excited to see me as Ke$ha is to own stock in Jack Daniels. She’s the best. She runs to me every time I walk in the door, jumps up and licks my face, and follows me everywhere including the bathroom. Basically, she unconditionally loves me. Probably because she’s stupid and doesn’t know any better but who cares? It feels awesome to know that there is an entity that wants nothing more than to have your attention simply because you are you. They are loyal, friendly, loving, and simply hilarious.
The bond between a boy and his dog is an amazing thing. Don’t try and break it. Many women have tried in vain. It will never work. I promise.