Mikey And Me

by Lo on June 29, 2010

Usually in the mornings when I get out of bed to write, Mikey just takes my spot in the bed and will sleep until Ben gets up. But this past week, he has been so attached to me–so intent on following me–that he has been getting out of bed too and laying on my feet if I sit at my desk or curling up next to me on the couch, his head burrowed under my arm.

He’s been extra whiny again, too. He stares at me and just makes these ridiculous noises until he can settle down as close to me as possible and rest his big head on my big belly. I can’t help but wonder if it is just a comfort thing, or if he senses something that he is curious about or feels protective of. His reaction to a thump beneath his face doesn’t really seem to phase him, his eyes remain closed and he might sigh, but he doesn’t seem surprised or concerned by the movement from within my body.

So I like to believe the latter. I know that everyone has their concerns because our dog happens to be a pitbull–and I do understand–but a dog is a dog no matter what breed.

We grew up with this little puff of a louchen named Franklin–cutest thing ever–and most terrifying dog I’ve ever known. He bared his teeth when someone came near his food, the neighborhood kids were terrified to cut through our yard, the mailman had to mace him numerous times to get to our porch, he bit my sister and I each twice (which we hid from my parents) and finally, he bit the newspaper boy’s finger and a friend on the cheek, so close to her eye that had it could have permanently damaged her vision. My parents were advised to put him to sleep because he was such a dangerous dog. Which they did.

So, a little dog with little teeth doesn’t make for a better pet than a big dog with big teeth.

Mikey, despite his jaw and his muscles, is the sweetest guy ever.¬†And very loyal. He loves what we love, so I’m confident he will fall in love with the baby as much as we will. And he’s taken well to the stroller rolling around and all the baby stuff we’ve brought into the apartment. He’s been a vigilant assistant to whatever Ben is working on putting together.

But again, a dog is a dog no matter what breed. As much as we love Mikey, we can’t ever fully trust him. He can’t babysit, for instance, like Carl does in the book, Good Dog, Carl that my friend, Edan gave to us. Funniest little book ever.

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tee June 29, 2010 at 5:54 pm

i couldn’t agree more…i live with milton a pitbull/lab mix, more lab than pit and he is just like mikey, but when people hear the word pitbull they freak! leo is afraid of him and won’t even step foot in the house, but i keep telling him that he is a great dog and even protects and follows me around. he is the biggest baby too and when he goes to his grandmother’s he comes home with scratches from their two little dogs, but yet he is a dog and like any animal you never know. crazy thing is i don’t really like dogs, but i love milton and wish we could clone him!

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