Archer is my best friend. I tell him that everyday, but it really didn't start out that way. I'll be honest I was not happy to get Archer as soon as we did, and I only consented because Andrew wanted him so badly and wouldn't give up!
Well about 2 weeks later Andrew was off to the breeder to pick up this little guy. The last male of his litter from a barnyard breeder.
Even though he was incredibly adorable, he was also a puppy. Our experience with Archer led us to swear that we were never going to get a puppy ever again. It is a frustrating process of teaching, nibbling, scolding, praising, and cleaning. (I'm guessing this is a lot like human babies.)
We welcomed sweet puppy Archer into our 725 sq. foot, one bedroom, 3rd floor apartment back in December of 2012. Just picture it, two Texans toughing it out in the freezing snowy conditions, with a brand new puppy that needs to go outside every 30 minutes. I had to really get over myself in order to take care of this sweet pup.
Archer wasn't really a cuddly puppy like I wanted, he was more of a crazy hyper puppy who's probably going to smack your face with his head as he tries to look around at the world. I didn't really get close to him at first. Andrew took charge, and while I was still expected to take him outside on my turn, it seemed like he was really more of Andrew's dog and not mine.
This all changed when Andrew went on a school trip for 4 days. I became the sole care giver, and what I realized was that this dog didn't want to be lonely any more than I did. We started to really bond because all we had was each other.
Life hasn't been exactly peaches and roses here in Utah. I miss my friends and family. Then to make matters more complicated, I worked an hour away from where I lived, with people who were on average 20 years older than me, and I did my school online. I had no friends that I could actually hang out with. Archer literally became my best friend.
No comments:
Post a Comment