I have a new obsession in my life. It feels like a crush, because every time I see this guy I am giddy inside and can't stop gushing, but then I know it's love because of how I worry about him and miss him when I can't be around him. I'll be the first to admit that I'm definitely coming on strong: I am obsessed with snuggling him, I tell him he's the "best guy ever," "handsomest guy in the world" and "love of my life" an average of 80 times a day and I kiss his jowly little face every chance I can. But the thing is, he really is the best guy ever and he's so friendly and playful and happy and loving that I can't help feeling this way - even though I am starting to get the hint that he needs a little more space (taking naps in his cage/den instead of next to me on the couch, preferring to rot in silence instead of eagerly following me upstairs). And guess what - just like in human relationships, that only makes me try all the harder and become even more of a creepy stalker.
His name is Bolshy and I'd go so far as to say he's definitely reached local celebrity status (stay tuned for global celeb status: once he reaches full-size, I fully intend to take him to a pet modelling agency and get this guy in show biz - he's got a face and bod the industry would die for. Also, he can earn like 10 times more than I can in an hour. And as my fiance so kindly put it, getting a dog/rodent/child into ads successfully is totally dependent on one factor, namely the insanity of the owner/parent. He assured me I was sufficiently psychotic). Even though pretty much all of the humans in the neighbourhood are in love with his stout body and charming personality already, it's taking a while for some of the dogs to warm up to him (jealousy, obvs). Unfortunately, Bolshy, being a puppy and still learning how to socialise (he's 5 1/2 months old now), doesn't appreciate the nuances of subtle or overt rejection and keeps on coming back for more. For example, if he's trying to play with (slash mount a dog) and they aggressively growl/turn away and ignore him/run for their lives away from him, instead of just backing off and deciding to play with someone else, he'll keep running back to the same dog and trying over and over again (I feel like he would really benefit from a quick read-through of He's Just Not That Into You).
So, in conclusion, my pup is beyond adorbs and wonderful. But if he were in high school, he'd be hanging with the Glee kids before they became cool and had a show made about them.
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