In April it will be ten years since my guide dog Croche passed away from cancer. After she died, I grieved and was lonely. This loneliness made me want another dog, but I couldn’t even think of going for another guide dog. I decided I wanted a little lap dog. I never could have imagined what I would get.
Dobby, you are a pain in the butt. You really are. You’re so possessive, but you’re just my pet. You don’t control what I do or with whom I do it with.
Sounds harsh, but lately he has been super protective of me, not letting me have any sort of social life whatsoever. He annoys the hell out of my company, family and friends, dates. He bugs me so much, but I have had him for nearly nine years now and I am no dog trainer, even if it weren’t looking like it is pretty much too late at this advanced date anyway.
Did you drive away past men in my life? Well, okay, I can’t say that, though sometimes it feels like he helped, even in his own way.
I love Dobby. I named him after a character from Harry Potter and many people have complimented on what a cute dog he is, until they spend any real time with him I must add.
He barks madly at any visitor I happen to invite into my home. He thinks he must protect me and our house from any intruders, even though I told them to enter. Whereas, if I really had an unwelcome someone stopping by, for any less than welcomed reason, I doubt he would be able to protect me at all.
Sometimes he feels like a stocker dog, following me wherever I go, unless he can get a bit of the cat’s food or sneak into the litter box. So gross.
Some guard dog. He is not a guide dog. But…he is my dog. Boyfriends have come and gone, but Dobby is here to stay.
I just sometimes wish he could take it down a few degrees. I truly wonder what is wrong with him. You have to see it to believe it.
When I heard the prompt word for this second week of
Just Jot It January
I immediately thought of my Dobby.
What aa mongrel!
Week two of this month-long blogging exercise is commencing, of which I’ve only written twice for this year because of other things requiring my attention, but today it’s being guest hosted by
Dan of No Facilities.
I may be back again, a time or two, but the prompt today just seemed to fit,
which came from this here website.
I’m stuck with my punk of a dog, lovable and yet so incredibly irritating, all at the same time.
Her Headache 
Here’s hoping there’s room for dogonal growth on Dobby’s end, but until there, at least there’s love 🙂
Yeah. I can’t deny that I love him and his more punk-like qualities. It’s fruitless to say otherwise at this point. Ha.