My friend Joy asked if I cared to elaborate on a comment I made on Facebook a few weeks ago, a comment where I wrote “the reason my wife and I are together is because of her dog”.
It’s true.
Back in early 2002 I was sent to work on Renee’s computer in her old office. Apparently, there was some flirting going on, but I’m dense when it comes to that stuff so I wasn’t connecting the dots right away. After we exchanged some emails (I’m verifying the date, we’re talking the first week in April), Renee stopped by my office during my dinner break one evening. And she brought along a little fluffy four-legged friend.
Nanuuq and I hit it off right off the bat. But it was all a ploy. Renee was using Nanuuq as a way to see what kind of guy I was. And since the little furball was all over me – putting my hand on her head, jumping so I would pick her up, rubbing against me – I passed the test.
Shortly after that, as the three of us spent more time together, the bond between me and Nanuuq became stronger. Not as strong as it is between her and Renee (Nuuq will still look to Renee when I give her a command, like “is it okay if I do what he wants me to do?”), but there were little things to take note of. Things like her climbing up on my chest while I was laying down. She did this on her own with no coaxing from me, something she wouldn’t do to anyone else. Including mommy. Also, because of our routine (I’d go to Renee’s before work and spend time after work before heading home myself), Nuuq would look for me, waiting at the door, not budging until she saw me walking across the parking lot. I know most dogs are happy to see their masters, but I’m not the alpha (hell, I’m not the alpha with any of the animals in the house). All I know is that while she’s mommy’s girl, Nuuq’s always checking on me making sure I’m not too far away. And when mommy says no, she knows I’ll cave. She has me wrapped around her paw.
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Well that kind of got away from me…
Anyway, so when asked how did Renee and I get together, we say that it’s because of Nanuuq. Sure, we met at work, but Nanuuq had to approve of me before there’d be any next step.
As for what kept me around after that, I can say it involves Will Rogers and Lost In Space.
haha that's awesome! A little dog's opinion is quite possibly the best. My little girl is an excellent judge of character as well, and I've learned to listen to her when it comes to guys. I know I'm with the right man now because she absolutely adores him.
Thanks for sharing the smiles. =)
I had to update the post. Renee wants me to specify that she wouldn't stay still on mommy's chest, even when Renee picked her up and placed her there. And another little piece of the puzzle was Nanuuq bringing shoes to the top of the stairs. Shoes that belonged to Renee's ex. Shoes that were bigger than Nanuuq at the time. It was Nuuq's way of saying, "you don't have to go home, but you have to get the hell outta here".
hahaha that's awesome! My little Julia used to pee on guys she didn't approve of. The first night my ex came over, she looked at him and peed on the side of the bed he was about to sit down on. Since then, she's peed in the bed or on the guy she didn't like. She's never peed on Dan. And given the choice of whose legs to lay on, she alternates between us. But when we come home, she's after him to pet her and give her affection. I guess after 12 years of being my little doggy she's ready for a good daddy. ;-)
Damn. Peeing is a pretty big sign. I love it. Julia's adorable. I hope you three are very happy.
I will definitely be on the lookout for the dogs and bring some extra MilkBones in my back pocket when I go a'courting.
Attaboy, Alan! And always make sure to ask mommy before offering the pooch the snack.