Photo by Erica Chan Photography
This article was mainly inspired by this amazing picture.
It got me thinking about my dog, Ezra. I know it’s not the manliest name in the world but it’s what he’d been called for a year before we got him. This, however, didn’t stop me and my Dad from calling him Hercules for 2 weeks, but it wouldn’t stick, so Ezra it is.
He’s a good man, my dog Ezra. He never fails to put a smile on my face when I walk in the door and see his tail wagging so intensely that his whole backside moves with it. I’ll laugh at something he does at least once a day and often find myself thinking, “I can’t believe this is an animal.” He seems more like a little brother than a pet.
One morning I woke up to a terrible smell, opening my eyes to the pillow next to me and my ‘little brother’ taking a crap right on it! His arss was facing me, but he’d turned his head around to look at me as well, as if he were waiting for my reaction. I couldn’t do anything but laugh. I know I should have been choked, I had a lump of pooh on the pillow next to me but I couldn’t stop laughing. Then the smell began to get a bit intense so I gave him a whack and ran my pillow outside.
He can pretty much get away with anything. If he gets that sad look on his face, with his ears and tail down, he can pretty much get away with murder.
I love the Seinfeld episode where Jerry talks about aliens seeing the earth from space. He says something like, “if they’re looking down on us, they’ve gotta be thinking that the dogs are in charge of the humans. We pick up their poop, they look like they’re taking us on walks. We follow them wherever they go.”
It is kinda weird, picking up someone else’s poop, feeding them, walking them, but in the grand scheme of things that little dog does a whole lot more for me than I do for him.
He can make me forget about a bad day when he brings a toy over followed by that wagging tale. His love is unconditional and genuine, and well worth the $300 me and my sister paid for him.
