First of all, thank you so much for all of the encouraging comments on my last post. Sometimes all it takes are some kind words to make a bad situation seem a little less crappy.
Now that I’m feeling less emotional about the whole thing (I literally wrote that post MINUTES after it happened), I can start to think about it as a learning experience for both Rufus and myself.
Rufus is not a bad dog. In fact, he’s the light of my life. He will never be perfect, but that’s ok. He is incredibly obedient for the people he trusts, and he even enjoys making dog friends when the mood strikes. He loves meeting the neighborhood kids and lets them hug on him without any issues. As long as he is given space, we can take him just about anywhere. He snoozes in hotel rooms, walks down busy city streets with his tail held high, and loves our random hiking adventures. He is smart and eager to learn new things. Oh, and he happens to be pretty freaking cute as well.
I fell for Rufus because I saw that he was falling for me. He went from being completely shut-down and emotionless to the constant companion I know today. It took well over a year for him to snuggle with me on the couch, but it was totally worth it. I never imagined he’d have the drive to enjoy puzzle toys or agility, but he has happily proved me wrong. He is my project dog, and we still have a lot of wonderful work to do.