My Dog Is So Disrespectful… But It’s All Good

Angel, my pomeranian

Yes Lord, my dog is so disrespectful, but it’s all good!

No seriously, Angel sashayed into my life back in 2014, and she’s been on self-appointed K9 patrol ever since! Let me tell you about this little thing here…

As I said, her name is Angel.

My cousin, Shawndra, who gave her to my Dad after my mother passed away, named her–or maybe it was her daughter Mikayla–I’m not sure.

Either way, it was love at first sight for my daughter, Lady J–Protector of The Animal Kingdom!

For me…

Well, it was kinda-sorta love at first sight, but I was a little hesitant because I knew that while Lady J might be Protector of The Animal Kingdom, she is by no means Feeder and Walker of Dog at 5:30am.

That was going to be me!

As for Angel, she didn’t give a hoot, as long as she had a nice place to lay, good food, fresh water, and a daily walk.

Now, to the point of this post.

So, we’ve already established that I am Feeder and Walker of Dog at 5:30am-sometimes 4:00am, but I forgot to mention that I am also Do-er of Every-damn-thang else.

Do you think that matters to Angel?

Absolutely not!

In fact, she happily goes about her life–disrespecting me, everybody and everything that crosses her path.

Shall I count the ways?

I shall:

She stands on all of my notebooks–bending and tearing up the pages.

She conducts daily shouting matches, lectures, and debates with the neighbor’s dog.

She gets on my lap, places her butt in my face, and proceeds to “chill for a minute ’til the next episode.”

She dares Lady J to “cross THIS line” everyday around lunch time.

She chastises the squirrels, birds, and the rest of the woodland creatures for living their best lives.

She nudges the bathroom door open in the middle of the night to see what I’m doing–no matter what I’m doing.

I could go on–but, in the interest of time, I won’t.

She is just so disrespectful…but it’s all good!

To be honest, all of this only endears her to me.

Why?

Because this same little disrespectful hobgoblin is the first to notice when I feel sad or otherwise off-kilter.

It’s been said that dogs and horses have a “sixth sense” for these things.

Anyway, it still amazes me how she climbs up into my lap, becomes uncharacteristically solemn, and begins to live up to her name–Angel–a heavenly being holding a hallowed space for my spirit to rise up!

Ah, but when she feels that I’m all better, she jumps down off my lap, goes to the patio door and continues an ongoing tirade against the birds for singing in the trees.

My dog is so disrespectful…but it’s all good because I love her–no matter what.

Angel at the window patrolling the woodland creatures

Angel, standing on my notebook