One big thing I like to stress with this blog is a connection to my readers. I love when you all comment and interact, I genuinely do. So every now and then (even though I loathe talking about myself), I try to write a special post specifically to open up my layers and share things in hope to connect with you all. Psychology says that a good way for people to feel connected with you, is to have them feel like they know you – by knowing your secrets.
I have a disease.
There’s currently no treatment for it, and I know you all will say there is hope, but I know for sure that it is not curable. I caught it too late, and now it’s full blown. And I’m not the only one with it. A lot of you have it, too. It’s called Dogitis, and I’ve got a severe case of it.
Symptoms: metaphorically enlarged heart, uncontrollable laughter, thoughts of worry, and most importantly, incessant and utter foolishness.
I was always crazy and weird, even before getting Circus. As a kid, I ate weeds and burned hair from brushes (it was obviously a mistake to tell me not to do something without saying why). But it wasn’t until I met my match, Mr. Cir, that I realized just how crazy and weird things could really get. Even thought I will be cringing with every word, enjoy these weird, ridiculous, and sometimes creepy – but most importantly fun – things Circus and I do.
Sometimes, I make my dog watch me dance.
Yikes, this is going to be a lot more embarrassing than I thought. So, whenever I get Circy’s meal ready, I make him “sit and stay” while I pretend I’m eating (establishing pecking order), put down his bowl and “watch me” for my command to go and eat. During this “watch me” time, I take full advantage, doing every move in the book from Michael Jackson to James Brown. Okay, I can’t do the splits or anything, but… it’s a full on performance. Like, sometimes I even have an air microphone and everything.
I’m a dog with my dog.
Ugh, here we go. I bark, whine, growl, face lick and do the “play bow” just like a dog when it’s me and Circus. It puts me on a deeper level with him. I can’t explain it, but I think by doing those things, I’m talking in his language. And by him understanding phrases like “come up on the couch”, he’s talking in mine. That’s why he loves my boyfriend, Jordan. Because when they wrestle, Jordo uses his weight against Circus just like Circus does with other dogs. But, I think he can kind of get confused when other people don’t lick him back when he gives kisses…
I make up my own vocabulary.
Nothing can even come close to describing my dog. So what better way than to make up words?! Of these, are: crunky, crookie, creeky, and pumpi to name a few. I will deny everything if this is brought up in public.
I have hideous facial expressions.
If I catch Circus watching me, I will make the most horrible facial expressions on this earth – one right after the other. To say I’m basically my own horror film is an understatement. After 8 or so faces, Circus either gets bored or freaked out and looks away. I don’t know why I do this – then again, I don’t know why I do a lot of things…
I have one-way conversations, which are actually two-way.
If I’m doing something drastically weird, Circus will just watch me and make me think of how I look in that moment. I feel like his body language is so clear to me that I can guess what he is saying. After a meal time performance, he’ll crook his head to the side, and I’ll say “I’m not crazy. You can look at me like that all you want.” Or if he is watching me cook, he gets this look about him, like offended that I’m not giving him a treat, and I’ll say “Well, maybe if you’d sit like a good boy or something, you’d get a surprise.” This usually followed by him looking in a different direction and me saying “Fine then,” before he gives up and sits. My tone of voice is very dynamic, and that could play a big part in why I feel like he get’s the main idea of what I am saying when I talk.
So now that you are thoroughly freaked out, I’m asking you to please hesitate before clicking the “unfollow” button! I don’t usually do these posts, and part of me really is normal. I promise.
For those of you that have Dogitis, enjoy it along with both its good and bad symptoms. And if you don’t have Dogitis, just wait – it’s contageous!
What are some foolish things that your dog has brought out in you?
How are you as sick as a dog?