An Ode to my Ride or Die

Good evening Travellers,

I hope you’ve had a splendid kind of Sunday. Or maybe a great lazy Sunday. Usually I arrive here much earlier and tend to talk about healthy/helpful/movement type stuff, but I feel a strange pull to talk about something completely different today. I think it’s because of something my brother from another mother recently said to me…

We are investigating changing my blog format/ layout and when he was perusing my photo archive, he said something about how I had turned into a cat person…which felt oddly sacrilegious to me…as a dog person, because I never liked cats, until Mopsy, and now just look at the pandemonium that’s ensued…

I thought I would just take this opportunity to revel in the wonders of dogdom…This lady below, she’s my ride or die, I know you figure that should be a human in that particular role of your life, but for me, it’s really her, Ramona Penelope…

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I could tell you how Ramona’s life started off rough in a burlap bag on the side of a highway with her brothers. Or about the terrible kennel cough infection that filled her up with green slimey gunk. It’s a wonder she survived it all actually, but that’s pretty much who she is…

She’s a half Bassettt Hound, half Lab, which is either a Blab or a Bassedor. According to my vets, it’s the worst cross breed EVER because you are essentially trapping the energy of a Lab into the body of a Bassett. I think she’s one of the greatest things that’s ever happened to me…

Ramona is the most gregarious tail wagger anyone has ever met. I cannot count the number of strangers who have commented on her joyous disposition. Especially on walks. She has the best smile of any dog I’ve known, and flashes it quite often. She enjoys barking to hear herself barking. She is mischievous and annoying at times, and wants ALL the attention for herself. She likes to rub herself in random poop and dead animals should she find them. She also has no common sense about what she puts in her mouth. BUT she remains a constant source of comfort and joy in my life. Even prior to all the recent shitty shit happenings, Ramona was a walking billboard of believing that something good could happen at any moment.

I remember the day I drove home with her from the shelter. She was just everywhere in the car and I laughed and giggled with her all the to work. She has been a sister and friend now to two dogs and three cats. And as we were sitting on the couch today, I realized she is 10. Almost. In two months. And I wanted to say something about her now, because the thing is, all the stories of great dogs end the same way. And it’s a heart breaker.

So we should talk about her now when it’s not the end…because we should always cherish what we have before it’s gone…

I have loved many dogs in my life, but this one is different…

And have I mentioned her leg, which I call her little gimper, which may or may not be politically correct who knows, but she has a structurally challenged left front leg and it doesn’t stop her. I actually have a structurally challenged left foot, so we’re twins like that…I often look at her and think she’s a living lesson in being unstoppable sent to me by the dog Gods…

And I mean this in humor, but DOG and GOD, it’s funny how it’s the same word backward and forward, am I right? Can’t really do that with Cat, can you?

When my ex taught her to shake, she resisted for a long time, until one day, BAM, she used that leg and it’s the sweetest thing you have ever seen in your whole damn life. He used to say she could cure babies just shaking with her paw…which makes me laugh even now…

If a life could be extended based on love, then she would be by my side till my end finds me. I know that won’t be the case, but it would be nice wouldn’t it?

I can’t understand living a human life without knowing the love of a dog. Or loving a dog. Don’t get me wrong, cats are awesome, but a dog is something else. There is loyalty unlike anything else, and a constancy that defies everything. They are magnificent individuals, you’ll never know any two the same. Just like humans. And cats, but different.

That’s actually all I have to say today, go love a dog, let a dog love you. Bask in the blessing of dogdom. It’s actually good for you, good for your health and yes, cats are too. And people sometimes.

Look at that face…

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