Foxxy. I don’t know what it is about him this summer but since my parents and I aren’t exactly living together and I was the one who nagged for a dog ten years ago, I am deemed as the person to take care of him while I’m not at college…and it’s been weird. Some things have been the same, some different. He used to constantly want to sit on/with someone and wiggle his way under the fence all every chance he could outside to visit the dog down the street or to just go on his own adventure. Now, he lays down on our laminate flooring every day I sit at our dining room table on my laptop. All day. Every. Day. He rarely wants to go out on his own and if it seems like I’m leaving, he’ll immediately and excitedly run out the door until he realizes I’m not actually leaving, in which case he comes running back onto the steps briskly. He whines and barks when I put him in his crate at night and randomly bursts out when he hears a foreign sound or if someone’s at the door.
Most strangely of all, he waits outside the bathroom door while I shower. It isn’t just that - he consistently follows me everywhere and sits wherever I stop. I probably take this kind of loyalty for granted since I find it to be an annoyance half the time, but during other times, it’s just nice to know I’m never alone with him around. It’s been a decade and despite all the “accidents,” it’s hard to think that this companionship probably won’t last another decade longer.