I moved in with a new room mate, who has a cuddly dog. I love cuddly dogs. I love codependent, separation anxiety ridden dogs who secretly dominate you by taking up the entire bed or sitting right on your lap.
I vowed after I gave Laila back to my ex that I wouldn't get another dog as long as she lived. That vow is still in effect. I have just found the loophole of living with people with dogs with similar personality disorders.
When I gave Laila back it was under the presumption that I was getting to a point in my comedy career where I might have to be on the road for stretches of time, and so it was better for her to be with a stable 9 to 5-er. Then about a month after she left I had a major comedy career crisis and took a break from it. I never went on the road, and that's not something I'm pursuing. I did take the kind of job where you work for 10 hours a day and could at any point be called away to go to another state, but I was never called away suddenly either.
Oh, it was for the best, I guess. I couldn't have moved in with my dear ex room mates, I couldn't have taken that job and eliminated it from potential careers, I couldn't have gone to all those dance parties.
But guys, Laila is the BEST DOG. She is so loving, and so stubborn, and so funny looking. She is so soft and such a cuddler. She is so mean to cats.
Benita, the new dog in my life, is certainly a joy in many of the same ways. They both get up on the bed when you're asleep and then slowly but surely shift sideways, so that in the morning they are laying perpendicular to you and their legs are pushing you into the wall. They both have very very soft short fur. They both wreck the apartment when you leave. They both have very hard foreheads. They both terrorize cats. They both pull at the leash and try to attack other dogs.
Laila is a beagle-bassett hound mix and Benita is a pitbull. So you would think Benita would be the scarier dog, and I do worry about her getting too scary on a walk and someone freaking out. But Laila is actually scarier. In spite of her disarmingly short legs and hot dog body and weirdly long tail, Laila scared the crap out of people when she'd rear at their dogs. That bitch was not messing around.
When she was alone Laila would take all of my yarn and run it around the apartment, unspooling it in a big loop that covered every room. Benita freaked out when she was alone yesterday and ate the back of a chair.
The BF worries that Benita will eat his face, but it's much more likely Benita will eat my face, because I like to get my face as close to hers as I can. They both let you pull them around by their legs when they're laying on their backs, so I am constantly pulling Benita into my lap or into my arms.
I can't wait to find some frozen raw beef bones for her. Those are much better to eat than chairs. But almost as upsetting to come home to.