I never had a dog growing up, therefore I never fully appreciated the term "Man's best friend". As the years rolled past, my encounters with the four-legged still remained few. I would meet the odd dog at friend's birthdays and pass them at the shops on occasion, but I'd never stop to say hello.
Finally at the beginning of what I like to call my "sentient years" I formed some much needed friendships with our furry friends. Its amazing how much a pooch understands you, how you're feeling and when you need a good "ruff" housing to break apart some of the mundane routines of the day to day.
In 12 days time it will be 1 whole year since my partner and I adopted lIttle Oden. The first dog I've had the pleasure to be best friends with and boy does it feel great. He's such a bloody goober but I love him to bits. I use to think he was just a gumby little puppy, but at 16 months old and I'm slowly realising that he's not uncoordinated... he's just way too excited to care about where his feet land most of the time.
He just gets me. He helps keep me grounded when I start to care about silly things and I know that if he could manage to jump in front of a bullet for me without slipping over on the take-off, he would.
If you've ever had the pleasure of meeting Oden you'll know of the little bundle of goobery goodness that he is. I personally think he's the creator of all the universe and after seeing everything there is to see, he decided that the best thing to be that there ever was, was to be that dog Oden.
Their aint nothing like the love of a dog.
