There’s something to be said about the love of a four-legged friend. Last week my parents left for a trip to Asheville, NC, to visit my brother and I was happy to welcome Pedro, their beloved griffon, into my apartment in Hoboken. It was a great week filled with lots of walks, socializing him in the dog park (he was extremely afraid of the other dogs and would either cower behind my legs or stay close to Bryan), belly rubs, kisses, and a first for me–dining al fresco at a sushi restaurant in town. As long as I’ve lived here, it’s been high on my bucket list to eat out with a furry friend. I know it’s silly, but since this town is overrun with strollers and pups, I wanted to join the legions of dog lovers who take their companions everywhere.
It was also nice to spend a bit more time with Bryan, who essentially moved in for the week to help with walks and feedings. Our conflicting schedules meant that Pedro didn’t have to be alone for too long during the day. That was my primary concern; he’s a rescue dog and has some abandonment issues. I was worried that new surroundings and prolonged periods by himself would lead to a frightened pup and many accidents in the apartment.
But he was so good and we had a ball together. It was hard to return him to the folks, but they missed the little one, too. The apartment feels unusually quiet without him chewing on a bone in the corner and lonely without him sitting by my feet. As if I didn’t want a dog badly enough before, I really hope to adopt one into my life in the not-too-distant future. There are a few things I must straighten out first.
New camera + Charlotte being a special kind of special = the appearance of my thumb in quite a few of these pictures. Sorry about that folks.