Everyone has a “person”. The one you can always rely on
to be there for you, tell you how it is, listen to you rant etc. They
are your “person”. You know like Meredith and Cristina.
Aaron is Maya’s “person”.
Apparently dogs have “people” too. I know the saying
goes, “dog is a man’s best friend”. However, man is clearly a dog’s
best friend too. If you’ve been around the blog for a post or two
you are probably aware of our yellow lab Maya’s oddities: Having a paw on you
while being pet (a must), sleeping sitting up like a rabbit,
incessantly licking you to let you know she needs to go potty, only drinking
water if someone is home, crazy allergies and a terrible fear of mirrors. Yet
of them all, her separation anxiety from Aaron is the strangest and the
sweetest.
When I leave for work Maya will sit in the driveway with Marley
and watch me drive away. When Aaron leaves for work Maya runs from
one side of the yard to the other and barks until she cannot see him any
longer. Maya can hear Aaron coming down the road before you can even
see him and the hot laps in search of a ball to give him upon arrival
ensues. She loves her “person”, which is why every fire season she
becomes even more, shall we say, neurotic. Aaron leaves and Maya
takes up post in the dining room awaiting his return. Every night
for 14+ days it’s the same routine: eat dinner, stare out the door, pace the
house at bed time, return to sleep by the door instead of in our room on her
bed.
Last week I was telling this story to my grandma and she suggested
I let Maya sleep with an article of Aaron’s clothing. She told me
that’s what her family did for their dog when her brother was in the service
and it seemed to help. So that night I came home and pulled out one
of Aaron’s shirts to lay on Maya’s bed.
Girlfriend went CRAZY!
At first it was a few sniffs,
then her whole face was buried in the shirt followed by about 3 minutes of
rolling around on it before settling into bed. Her bed, away from
the front door. The next morning she woke up for breakfast as
usual. I brought her bed into the living room and placed Aaron’s
shirt on the edge of our bed. After breakfast Maya went into our
room and drug Aaron’s shirt, and her bone, back to her bed in the living room
to rest some more. Aaron is Maya’s “person”. Lucky for Maya, our person will be retruning home from two weeks on the Rim Fire today and lucky
for me, everyone is Marley’s person.
Not being able to talk with Aaron for the first half of the trip, and then only minutes for the remaining half (if at all), made me realize how much I must gab his head off on a daily basis because I have a list a mile long of things I still need to tell him. Funny stories, what I ate for dinner, how many miles I've run, how the dogs now go for a "ride" in my car from the driveway to the garage every night because they're spoiled. You know, important things. Poor guy, thank goodness Maya doesn't speak too.
Not being able to talk with Aaron for the first half of the trip, and then only minutes for the remaining half (if at all), made me realize how much I must gab his head off on a daily basis because I have a list a mile long of things I still need to tell him. Funny stories, what I ate for dinner, how many miles I've run, how the dogs now go for a "ride" in my car from the driveway to the garage every night because they're spoiled. You know, important things. Poor guy, thank
I imagine life will get pretty interesting when we add real human
babies into the mix. Until then, I’ll
let Maya hog her “person”.
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