Brody the Happy PillPosted: September 12, 2012 | |
i don’t like leaving grim shit up for too long. while i don’t mind letting you guys in, i don’t want to be a complete downer. firstly, i appreciate all the support. i’ll be fine, i assure you. just trying to unwind. that said, you needn’t worry.
my son’s looking after me.
Brody is my 7 year old English Staffordshire Terrier, and to be honest….best breed of dog for a single guy. read the link to learn about the breed, but let me tell you-
Brody is tits. it never ceases to amaze me how Brody is so keyed into my mood and his ability to bring me out of a funk. if you aren’t a dog owner, i don’t know how to explain to you how dog’s have a unique personality. they’re almost human’s with 4 legs. now, Brody is a total goofball lummox. he’s a 40 pound lap dog with a vice grip mouth. it’s funny how i’m taking one of my turns, i’ll be totally spaced out then suddenly he’ll be licking my face. lol. that’s my boy. it’s amazing how he knows just when i need his goofy charm. he’ll sit there, 3 inches from my face with his huge, toothy, mouth agape and his tongue pulsating as if to say, “hi daddy, i’m here, can we play, wanna throw the ball, can we go for run, milk bone…i’m right here ok.”
so for those of you concerned about me being quarantined in my house until friday, rest assured, i have GREAT company. trust me, i couldn’t get Brody to leave me alone if tried. i’m VERY lucky to have him. don’t believe me, just look how he guards over his papa.
i really meant for there to be more to this post, but i think i’m too discombobulated to post lucidly atm. i just think i needed to clear the palate on the site from the gloom and doom. the funny thing is, is every Dr. i’ve seen in mental health has asked if i had dog, and when i mention Brody they excitedly reply, “ok, GOOD GOOD.” honestly, i’d probably be an even WORSE mess if i didn’t have him.
did i mention i can’t wait to go drop some arrow’s down range tomorrow?