I admit that when I took Roger in, I wasn’t in love with him.
He didn’t fit what I had in mind for a second crew member, and, frankly, I didn’t think he was very attractive.
His eyes were too far apart and slanted, his ears too big, his legs bowed, and then there’s that other thing.
That black spot under his tail.
I don’t know how to explain it gently, so I’ll just spit it out. Roger has the big, black, butt-hole of a Great Dane. On a little, white chihuahua body, if you can picture that.
Maybe I shouldn’t have written that last part. Oh well.
The point is . . . I wondered, at first, if I’d ever love him as much as my other crew members.
All of the above seems silly now.
Let me tell you some of the things about Roger that won my heart.
Roger is grateful.
Every single time Roger has something to eat, whether it’s the little plate of chicken chunks for breakfast, a bowl of dry kibble, or a snack of rotisserie chicken, he comes up to me afterward to thank me.
If I’m distracted by something, he will paw me to get my attention, then lean in with his face close to mine, sometimes kissing me. He does that until I give him a few pats or nuzzles and a “You’re welcome, Rog.” Then he leaves.
Gosh, it touches my heart when he does that.
Roger has known tough times.
It’s difficult for me to explain how this is revealed. To say he has “depth of character” seems a bit far-fetched when describing a dog. There’s something there — I’ve seen it in dogs I fostered — that dogs who had a secure beginning don’t have.
How do I see it? I don’t know . . . the distant stare, the kindly reaction and softness in his eyes when I say his name, the deep sigh when he sits on my lap or when he finds the perfect spot for a good night’s rest.
Roger loves Reggie.
I used to wake up to Reggie jumping on me and scratching my head. Cute the first few times, but not so much after that.
Since Roger joined us, I wake to the two of them wrestling and rolling around in the covers. They get along really well. Reggie is bright-eyed happy to have a live-in pal.
There have been a few fights over food or when the play-fights become too intense and real. Afterward Roger always makes sure Reggie knows he holds no hard feelings.
One time I found Roger resting his chin on the neck of a reclining Reggie in a post-fight gesture of “I’ll always be your friend, Reg.”
Roger amuses himself.
It isn’t essential that a dog entertain himself for me to love him. Reggie rarely is happy by himself and I love him dearly.
When Reggie and I go inside, often Roger indicates he’d rather stay outside, settle onto the quilt-pallet, and chew his elk antler.
(Remember the piece of elk antler I bought for Reggie? The dang thing cost eight bucks and Reggie played with it for two seconds and gave it up. Roger LOVES that thing!)
It’s endearing when I go to the door to check on Rog and there he is on the quilt, belly-down in a sunbeam, chewing away on his elk antler, happy as can be, all by himself.
I love Roger.
The most incredible thing happened! Roger’s eyes moved closer together and they aren’t slanted anymore, his ears are perfectly proportioned for his face, his legs straightened, and, doggone-it, his hiney hole may be kinda’ large but it is CUTE.
NOTE: (Jumping ahead from this post to real time) The time has come for Roger to kiss his balls goodbye. He has an appointment for 8:30 a.m. tomorrow (Thursday). More on that when I get this blog caught up. — Sue
THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AMAZON FROM MY BLOG!