I know I talk about my dog a lot. And if you're tired of that, feel free to stop reading. But, if you want to hear about how awesome, cool and cute he is, keep on reading.
My dog is the coolest dog ever. His name is Sirius, after the dog star, the brightest star in the sky. It's a matter of chance that I ended up with him. I was supposed to be getting a female puppy, but she died, so I ended up with Mr. S. It's a perfect match. He is spoiled, yet very well behaved. He thinks he owns all the furniture and sleeps sideways on the bed, taking up way too much room. He is abundantly patient with the cat who frequently attacks him for no reason. Siri sometimes will take a nap and awake to the kitty chewing on his leg, or neck. He will just lick Kitty's head. Sometimes I find kitty and his head and ears are sopping wet and it's because he sat there and chewed on Siri's leg while Siri licked his head. It makes me laugh. Sometimes they snuggle up together and it's super cute.
Siri is the happiest dog. He wags his tail so hard that it wags his whole body. He is a down wagger (meaning his tail points down instead of straight up) so he rarely knocks things over. He always greets me at the door wagging his whole body and super enthused about me coming home. He welcomes all our guests with a nose to the crotch (not his fault, it's just how tall he is). He always knows what are appropriate things to chew on and very rarely chews on things he shouldn't. He does have hard time with stuffed animals - but, to be fair, those are tricky to tell apart. He loves peanut butter and can smell whenever a jar is opened and comes running. He loves to play fetch, and swim, and if he can do both at the same time he is ecstatic. He knows what sneakers are and gets excited when I put them on because he thinks we're going somewhere. He eats the black jelly beans for me because I don't like them. He gets green beans or pumpkin with his dinner and gets annoyed at us if we don't give it to him. He'll just stare at his bowl and then stare at us like we're crazy. He snores. He loves all other dogs. When I cry, he comes running over and sits next to me. Sometimes he licks my hand. He tends to follow me around and will lay down next to the couch or chair I'm sitting in.
He has irrational fears. He hats being put on his back. Hates it. He hates smoke alarms. He doesn't like brooms. He gets really scared when doors open or close on their own (because of wind, not ghosts). He doesn't really like puppies. Actually, he doesn't really like anything that's cuter than he is or gets more attention than he does. Babies aren't high on his list either. He's scared of baths and showers. He accusingly sniffs me when I've been hanging out with another dog.
He's presented me with challenges over the course of living with me. As a puppy, he had a lot of stomach problems and I frequently came home to a dog covered in...well, you know. He once ate an entire rawhide bone and swelled up from all the salt in it. He ate a rotten apple and got pancreatitis and was super sick. He once ate my wall. Chewed up over $200. Swallowed a plastic produce bag and was super sick. He's scraped the skin off his paw pads. In our old house, he would get out of the yard and wander around the neighborhood. This last year he's gotten a bum infection, toe infection, eye infection, and raging ear infection. He sheds everywhere and all the time
He is one of the biggest joys in my life and I love him so much.
