People tend to have pets because they’re lonely or just want a furry animal walking around their house. There are a variety of different animals for a person to choose from. However, I chose a dog as my best friend a very long ago. Whoever said pearls was a girls best friend clearly did not own a dog. Plus, they’re SO CUTE. Dogs over anything, any day. Dogs come in a variety of sizes, and breeds. Some people like small dogs as “inside dogs” others like big dogs to call “guard dogs”. Even the policemen like their K-9 Dogs. I love dogs but personally the dog that made a difference in my life was my first dog, Blaze, a Boxer Pitt mix. What did Blaze do to print his paw in my heart? Why is he the cause of my love or obsession for all dogs? Blaze taught me a lot of things. Ironic I know, getting lessons from a dog, sounds like a bizarre movie. He was the type of dog to say “Let’s have fun” on my sad days. Blaze came at a time where a three year old shouldn’t have been struggling that she ends up at a hospital because of a Cardiac Attack. My Hispanic parents weren’t ready for me and at three they broke up and were in process of divorce. I was handed off to an “aunt” The most beautiful African American woman I have ever met in my life. Due to my father’s schedule, it was easier that way. My father's money spoke of presence than him as a person, and my mother? Who knows. My therapist one day had her dog come into our session knowing in her heart that something had to trigger me to speak. She was right, soon after I had a therapy dog, Blaze, to help with my Anger Management and Stress. He was trained to sense my emotions and my next move even before I knew what I was feeling or about to do. Blaze was my big bundle of Joy. He protected me and was “Stuck to the hip” with me, as I was to him. I refused to go anywhere without him. I used to get upset remembering I lived with no parents. I’d hit things bruise myself, breathe fast that my asthma would act up but with Blaze, He’d pin me to the ground, applying pressure on me, forcing me to calm down, long enough for him to get my aunt, who would calm me and hook me to a breathing machine. Blaze and I would go on walks, runs, or just outside but do anything to distract me. It felt as he took care of me instead of me to him. For all I did was feed him and bathe him. But he gave me a smile, made me laugh again, I wasn’t just breathing, i was living. And having fun with my best friend. Blaze was a key factor in my family coming together. I don’t usually believe in happy endings but in my case it happened. My mother and I met for the first time over five years because of dog. Some of my friends have been able to noticed how different, how happy and cheery she is when you present a dog to her. However sad it may sound, she visited because she had heard about Blaze, that brought us together though and I don’t regret it. Soon after, I was back home living with parents and my best friend. Blaze was not my whole world, but he did make my life whole once again. Divorce papers were no more and we were a happy family again. Blaze more than likely had no clue what he was doing, but I did and I loved him for it even more. We added one more dog to our little family. His name was Rocko. We knew that Blaze was getting old and he was probably annoyed at having to play with me constantly. For me, Rocko was a way to secure my family together, however weird that may sound but then again, it’s not like I lived a normal live exactly. Blaze was an amazing dog who stood by me till his last days. To this day I still own a dog, not in a way of ever replacing him, but because i know that a dog loves unconditionally, and their only ever mistakes is chewing on things and having little accidents. For however irrational they can be at times, they only know one thing, and it’s you as their owner. I have a very important question that I’d like for you all to think about. My question is: Do you choose your dog to be your pet, or does the dog choose you to be its owner? Because you can choose the dog, find the perfect size, the best breed, the right color, and an awesome name, but if the dog does not like you, then what’s the point?
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
The Roots for My Unconditional Love for Dogs
People tend to have pets because they’re lonely or just want a furry animal walking around their house. There are a variety of different animals for a person to choose from. However, I chose a dog as my best friend a very long ago. Whoever said pearls was a girls best friend clearly did not own a dog. Plus, they’re SO CUTE. Dogs over anything, any day. Dogs come in a variety of sizes, and breeds. Some people like small dogs as “inside dogs” others like big dogs to call “guard dogs”. Even the policemen like their K-9 Dogs. I love dogs but personally the dog that made a difference in my life was my first dog, Blaze, a Boxer Pitt mix. What did Blaze do to print his paw in my heart? Why is he the cause of my love or obsession for all dogs? Blaze taught me a lot of things. Ironic I know, getting lessons from a dog, sounds like a bizarre movie. He was the type of dog to say “Let’s have fun” on my sad days. Blaze came at a time where a three year old shouldn’t have been struggling that she ends up at a hospital because of a Cardiac Attack. My Hispanic parents weren’t ready for me and at three they broke up and were in process of divorce. I was handed off to an “aunt” The most beautiful African American woman I have ever met in my life. Due to my father’s schedule, it was easier that way. My father's money spoke of presence than him as a person, and my mother? Who knows. My therapist one day had her dog come into our session knowing in her heart that something had to trigger me to speak. She was right, soon after I had a therapy dog, Blaze, to help with my Anger Management and Stress. He was trained to sense my emotions and my next move even before I knew what I was feeling or about to do. Blaze was my big bundle of Joy. He protected me and was “Stuck to the hip” with me, as I was to him. I refused to go anywhere without him. I used to get upset remembering I lived with no parents. I’d hit things bruise myself, breathe fast that my asthma would act up but with Blaze, He’d pin me to the ground, applying pressure on me, forcing me to calm down, long enough for him to get my aunt, who would calm me and hook me to a breathing machine. Blaze and I would go on walks, runs, or just outside but do anything to distract me. It felt as he took care of me instead of me to him. For all I did was feed him and bathe him. But he gave me a smile, made me laugh again, I wasn’t just breathing, i was living. And having fun with my best friend. Blaze was a key factor in my family coming together. I don’t usually believe in happy endings but in my case it happened. My mother and I met for the first time over five years because of dog. Some of my friends have been able to noticed how different, how happy and cheery she is when you present a dog to her. However sad it may sound, she visited because she had heard about Blaze, that brought us together though and I don’t regret it. Soon after, I was back home living with parents and my best friend. Blaze was not my whole world, but he did make my life whole once again. Divorce papers were no more and we were a happy family again. Blaze more than likely had no clue what he was doing, but I did and I loved him for it even more. We added one more dog to our little family. His name was Rocko. We knew that Blaze was getting old and he was probably annoyed at having to play with me constantly. For me, Rocko was a way to secure my family together, however weird that may sound but then again, it’s not like I lived a normal live exactly. Blaze was an amazing dog who stood by me till his last days. To this day I still own a dog, not in a way of ever replacing him, but because i know that a dog loves unconditionally, and their only ever mistakes is chewing on things and having little accidents. For however irrational they can be at times, they only know one thing, and it’s you as their owner. I have a very important question that I’d like for you all to think about. My question is: Do you choose your dog to be your pet, or does the dog choose you to be its owner? Because you can choose the dog, find the perfect size, the best breed, the right color, and an awesome name, but if the dog does not like you, then what’s the point?
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