Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Confessions of an Elephant owner

I am the author and owner of a dog blog, and yet out of everyone in my household, I am the least in love with our dog.  It's true. It's crazy, but it's true. I became a mom at the exact same time I became a dog owner and so my loyalty and frustration was not shared, but skewed and misplaced at times. The house breaking and crate training almost did me in on top of caring for a newborn.

When I am most humble, most grateful to my husband for all that he does, and most kind, I confess that I like her a lot. I wish I carried this attitude with me all of the time as I should, but alas I do not. I like having a clean house and true cream colored carpet. When you have a horse living in your house, the clean house prospect disappears. Thus you see my selfish frustration.

However, today I had a moment of enlightenment as we hurried out the door to run various errands as a family. I observed as Africa anxiously saw us all to the door, obviously concerned that we were leaving. She would inevitably go back to her bed and sleep while we were away, but as soon as she heard us return, she waited by the door as she always does excited for us to come back in.

We are EVERYTHING to her. Even me! She wants to be a part of our lives in every way. She is there to protect, to watch out, and to wait. When I put myself aside, I am pretty impressed with not just my dog, but all dogs in general. While I am pretty selfish, it is clear that they are the most unselfish creatures.  I don't deserve a dog like Africa. My husband surely does and thank goodness for him. Love is selfish, love is blind, but when it comes to dogs, they freely give it to whomever is willing to feel. I feel it today, and I am most grateful.

My name is Kasha. I own a dog blog that is all about our dog, Africa, and yet sometimes don't like her. I complain a lot about the business of owning an elephant for a dog, but today... I love her. The end.