Barkus’s Human

Barkus’s Human

Please be introduced to Barkus.
Newest member to our family.
a.k.a
Your Magesty
Silly Puppy
Cornchip
(because he smells like corn chips)
The truth is,
I did not want a dog.
Growing up, I was never interested in any of our family pets.
Then after making it through the little kid years,
The last thing I wanted was to be tied down with a puppy.
A
Smelly,
Needy,
Pooping,
Peeing,
Destructive,
Whiny,
Puppy.
And then look who become part of our family one year ago…
Barkus was a bribe.
When we moved from NYC,
We promised one boy his own basketball hoop in the driveway.
And the other boy a puppy.
(With the understanding that both kids participated in the dog’s daily care.)
You’re probably laughing at me.
What kid ever actually keeps his promise to take care of that dog he begged for?
However,
Both boys stepped up to their dog owner responsibilities.
They walk him.
Feed him.
Take him out for potty breaks.
Play with him.
Make sure he’s not up to mischief. 
But here’s what we didn’t count on.
We never considered Barkus might favor one of us.
He did.
He chose me.
I am Barkus’s human.
 The joke is on me.
I didn’t really want him.
Yet here I am,
with this furry little shadow following me from room to room.
If I’m in the kitchen, then he is in the kitchen.
If I’m reading, he’s snuggled by my side.
Even when I’m painting, he needs to be directly next to me.
On the couch wasn’t sufficiently close.
He waits for me to finish painting in his own special cubby next to my easel.
By the way,
He’s sleeping across my lap even as I sit here blogging…
You know all those reasons I didn’t want a dog?
They are all true.

And yet,
This troublesome, smelly, furry bit of mischief has become an integral part of my day.

Much as I complain,
I suppose it’s a good thing to be Barkus’s human.