You know, I’ve gone through about a half dozen ideas for things to write about for my blog this week, but with every one as soon as I started to write, it just didn’t feel right. I realized I was choosing total bummer topics, things that made me sad to think or write about. And while I certainly think it’s critically important to spend time processing and talking about sad things, sometimes it’s also good to just put the bummers aside and talk about something nice. So today, I’m going to write about something that makes me happy: dogs.

As long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted a dog. I would beg my parents for one, and it was the topic of at least a couple persuasive essays in elementary school. Ten years ago, almost to the day, that wish was granted. My great aunt and uncle’s dogs had an (accidental) litter, and the anti-runt of that litter would become our Lego. He was the biggest puppy of the litter, a chunky little goofball, and from the very beginning, he was an old man at heart. When we went to visit the puppies, Lego lazily walked up to my stepdad and fell asleep on his lap. We knew then and there that he was gonna be our pup. Lego still loves his naps, along with sitting just outside our reach so we have to move towards him in order to pet him (a total power play), and he groans dramatically every time he lays down after feeling particularly deprived of attention, or smothered with too much attention from his younger brother. He’s got so much personality, I swear he’s the most passive aggressive dog I’ve ever met. It cracks me up.

Yeti came a few years later. From the same father as Lego but a different mother, in some ways Yeti is exactly like his brother, and in others he is a polar opposite. Yeti, for example, cannot stand to be alone. When we take them on walks, if Yeti gets too far ahead of Lego he’ll keep turning his head around to make sure his older brother is still there behind him. That dog has some serious fear of missing out. One time he was cuddling with Lego on the couch while the rest of us were in the other room, so Yeti contorted his head over the back of the couch so he could keep an eye on what was going on! He’s a bit of a dummy sometimes, but a very enthusiastic one, from ruthlessly chasing birds and bugs in our backyard to laying down literally on top of us when there shouldn’t be any room for him on the couch. He’s our lovable goof, shameless and adorable.

And now, about six months ago, my dad and stepmom hopped on the dog bandwagon. We now have Meeka, a little ball of energy who is just a sweetheart. She is a miniature goldendoodle with curly hair that is dark brown– exactly the same color as our flooring. So oftentimes when we’re cooking or eating she will leap up from her camouflaged position and put her paws up on the counter to try and get a look (and maybe a taste) of what’s going on. It scares the bejeezers out of me every time. Speaking of our flooring, it is wood and very smooth, and she is very soft and fluffy. Whenever we play tug with her, she will immediately go limp and flat to the floor, tucking her front legs in and sprawling her back legs out, and she just lets us drag her across the floor like a living swiffer, her tail wagging the whole time. Of all her tricks, though, Meeka’s most iconic is her jump. Whenever we throw a tennis ball for her, she will take a running leap through the air that would make an olympic high jumper proud. I swear she jumps well over double her own height, and she seems to hang in the air for seconds at a time! She is just such a happy little pup, and that happiness is contagious.

Dogs are remarkable beings. They exhibit personality, indestructible joy, and pure, unconditional love. I’ve seen people with nothing else in common bridge their gap over a love of dogs. I’ve seen people suffering unimaginable loss and heartbreak comforted by the cuddles of a furry best friend. And every day, I see a fuzzy face full of love looking back at me, making my life that much better, one day at a time. Thank you, puppers.

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