My dog is a five year old Border Collie. He’s definitely not a pet. I have two canaries – they are pets.
My dog is too useful to be a pet – he is a friend, and a partner; an alarm clock and an “emotion-sensor”.
Yoshi is a wonderful friend because he actually helps me. He reminds me when it is time to eat. He reminds me to check the mail. He reminds me that it is time to get the kids from school. He has a remarkable internal clock.
He doesn’t ask for much – he likes his ears scratched, and he loves to spend 5-10 minutes a day on my lap (I should meet a woman that is so easy to please!).
He appreciates treats and walks, but he doesn’t demand them. He is thankful for ice in his water, but he won’t think less of me if I forget, or if I am in a hurry and just don’t do it.
He knows when I am sad, or happy, or depressed. He adjusts his activities based on my mood, and I think that’s pretty incredible.
He doesn’t beg, unless it is for attention. He always forgives, no matter how sharply I raise my voice to him. He doesn’t ask anything of me but that I love him, and he appreciates it when I do.
Yoshi came to me after my divorce. My ex bought him for the kids right after I moved out – but she had no fenced yard, and I did – so Yoshi came to live with
me us (since I got custody of the kids about the same time). And in time Yoshi became my friend. He loves the kids dearly but there is no doubt that he is my dog my best friend.
I love him for it because I don’t ever have to justify anything to him. I don’t have to be happy for him, and I don’t have to entertain him. I only have to love him – and look at that face – it’s a damned easy thing for me to do!