Up to 3 years ago I never owned a dog, nor wanted to actually. But if I had wanted a dog, it would have been a miniature sausage dog. Not very manly no, but I thought they were ace.
About 6 months after the discovery of the affair, and with the ex staying elsewhere a lot, she randomly turned up one day with a dog as a “present for me”. Despite the quite obvious fact it was a guilt gift, my reply was not a “thank you” but more of “what the hell am I going to do with a dog?” There was too much upheaval already, a dog would only add to the issues. After all, I didn’t know what was going to happen with the house.
However, the dog cage door opened and out trotted a puppy. Not just any puppy, but a miniature daschund. And then it happened, he walked up to me and looked at me. What could I do? I admit I loved him immediately, and we bonded quickly. The children adored him and he adored them.
My mindset then changed, this wasn’t a bad thing. My children were smiling and giggling, chasing and being chased by the dog. He was also amazing company for me, as I had become quite lonely very quickly. If you are used to living with someone for a large amount of time, when they leave you feel a loss.
In the last 3 years, the dog has made the house a home again. He is awesome, I don’t mind admitting it. He has listened to many a moan from me, watched endless episodes of Breaking Bad by my side and often gone for walks to help me clear my mind.
Now I wouldn’t be without him, but I find it sad the children miss him terribly when they stay at their mother’s new house. She made a fateful error of buying another sausage dog to stay there but the children love their one. When they come home, the dog rushes to the door and the kids rush to him and they roll on the floor together.
Whilst an animal cannot ever replace the family unit for children, the unrequited love between them fills a void. It was a godsend for me, I had spent ages wondering what I could do to re-assure my children that everything would be ok. What is lovely though is going in their bedrooms and seeing photos of the dog by their beds, or hand drawn pictures of him. He also appears in school drawings!
I believe the children have associated the dog with the house, and in turn – security. The dog represents a loving playful welcome and he is ultra protective of them, so they feel safe.
So don’t discount the joy a pet can bring, I certainly did and was so pleasantly surprised. They say a dog is a man’s best friend and at this current time, he is mine.