humans and their dogs

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 3)

“I feel that Jean Luc extended my mother’s life.

When she became bed ridden he sat with her on her bed for hours.

He was this little adorable thing who tried to steal her food, which always entertained her.

She always wanted to know where he was.

He gave her something to think about– wondering where he was and all of his antics.

When I first got Jean Luc, my boss loved him.

He would conduct his business meeting holding Jean Luc like a baby, with his head on his shoulder.

My mother loved those types of stories.”

Elmo & Frida, the California rescues (she said, part 3)

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“Before I moved here I got rid of a lifetime of stuff.

Six months after moving here my cat sitter came to see how the dogs were living and she cried from joy.

She was the one who had rescued them and couldn’t believe how far they had come.

The dogs love New York City.

They were invigorated as soon as they got their first whiff of the brisk November air.

The down side that immediately occurred for me, was that I stopped going to yoga at 9 a.m. because I am out walking the dogs.  But, I still getting exercise walking them.

Alternately, some of the best moments have been off leash in Central Park, on our morning and late night walks.

It’s complete joy.

Elmo just takes off and runs.  He is exuberant and loves running.

Frida had been abused so it’s a good chance for her to deal with her fear and interact with other dogs.

Having dogs brings me out too.  I am not a social person but I get out every day with them.

They bring me great joy.

Pets in general are a great part of my life.”

Ziggy, the dog that spreads joy wherever he goes (daughter part 2)

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“I remember when I was coming home from a trip outside the city because my depression was really bad and I hadn’t met Ziggy yet, because my mother had just gotten him.

I was panicked at the thought of returning to the city and facing my sadness.

I got off the plane and went straight to my mom’s apartment and I saw Ziggy in his crate and was filled with happiness.

Whatever I am going through with my depression doesn’t matter to Ziggy–no judgements.  There is no pressure, whereas a lot of my friends have a hard time.  They feel helpless and not sure of what to say or how to behave.

No matter how hard my day has been and how alone I feel, I know that I can see Ziggy and get unconditional love at the end of the day.”