I mean he’s a dog, dogs bring us happiness and joy, how can they not? They are wonderful little loving happy creatures. The basic job of a dog is to bring joy to humans. We are so blessed to just be in their presence. They really are a gift. They teach us about unconditional love, to enjoy the moment, to always give someone another chance, and of course to sniff out your surroundings and mark your territory. Ok, maybe that last one isn’t exactly necessary.
My point here is that it’s quite easy to find joy while being around a dog…but there’s something more to Wheaton’s joy. The fact that he is able to strike this balance between still being scared of stuff and being completely happy with his familiar stuff still amazes me. He doesn’t let shit bog him down! What a life lesson here. The first half of his life was torture….and yet here he is with his tail wagging and his happy tongue-out grin! He can be weary of a stranger in one minute and then enjoying a bum scratch a minute later. He does everything full on. If he’s gonna bark by golly he’s gonna put his whole body into that bark! He’s not gonna back down! If he’s gonna run, he’s gonna let loose and run with all feet in lift off mode! He eats like it’s his last meal, he licks every morsel from his dish, then burps and licks his lips like it’s the best meal he’s ever had! And then there’s the cuddles. Oh my boy loves a good cuddle. He loves his Daisy full heartedly. He plays with her like a puppy would. He brings out her inner puppy. And just when I think he’s annoyed her too much, I see her snuggle up to him in the dog bed. She loves him too.
He’s just such a joy to me. Every day I am thankful that he came to us. He was meant for us.
He’s my goofball, he’s my scaredy cat, he’s my barking jerk, he’s my buddy, he’s my neurotic little freak, he’s my handsome little furry gentleman….
He’s my Wheatie-boy.