Every morning with the black dog is a lesson in positivity. He shoves his nose in my face with an expression something akin to “IIIIIIITTTT’S MORNING. hi. I have to go potty. ISN’T IT LUCKY WE ARE ALIIIIIIIVE. You gonna get up or what. CUZ IIIIIIIITTTT’S MORNING! k. hi.” How can you not have a good day with that kind of alarm clock?
Pretty much everything that can happen to the black dog has happened. He’s been starved, abandoned, sick, scared, and lonely. Not to mention that he steps on cactus. That’s the thing about dogs, though. He’ll throw up breakfast and then look at me like, “When’s lunch? I feel fine.” If that’s not a positive attitude then I don’t know what is. Squirrels are a constant source of ecstasy, same goes for the bunny population. (We don’t believe in “sensitive” wildlife. They need a little spice in their life. I imagine the last squirrel went home and told her squirrel girlfriends about the nerve of that dog chasing her and how she gave him what for way high up in a tree.) It’s a super excellent day if we find a shoe in the park or a really awesome stick. Dogs: they’re all about the little things in life.
Adopting the black dog from Animal House is the best thing I’ve ever done (next to finding God, who probably brought the dog to me in the first place). I’ve got the best reason to get up every morning bright and early. There hasn’t been a single day I’ve regretted those early morning walks. There’s always an amazing sunrise or smoke on the water in the fall or the guy we exchange greetings with every day. It’s a good life, the one I get to share with the black dog.