pablo

so emily gave me "marley and me" for christmas, and i dug into it as soon as the wrapping paper and those ridiculous bows she insisted on putting on every freaking present were cleared away. and it was amazing. i started to fall for this dog (not in a creepy way) and i just loved him. marley is messed up. he eats walls and doors and doesn't do anything right. but did that make his owners love him any less? no. because a lot of people would have just given him to the pound. but he's a pet. and pets are forever. you can't take back kids, so why would you a dog? it really made me think about how much a part of the family pablo is.

so here it is, an entire post dedicated to my very special little four legged friend, because no one ever sees him because he's so special, so no one really knows much about the mysterious pablo.

i remember when we got him. there were people down the street with an adorable little chiuiuia (we've had him forever and i still can't spell that) and we wanted him so we just went. and he was this tiny little ball of fluff with deep eyes that pleaded with us to take him home. and we did. he had a hard time adjusting, and we soon realized just how important it was for him to be taken away from his old owners. whennever he saw his old owner, he tucked his tail between his legs and hung his head and tried to hide. he was terrified of doorways and garages. it didn't take long for us to realize that those bastards had abused him. so that's why he's so crazy and unstable, because he had a really traumatic puppyhood. we talked to a dog physcologist, who told us to imagine as though someone had beat us everyday until the age of five. that's how it was for pablo.

and he's still crazy, though he has gotten better. he hates strangers, though he kinds of warms up to them after a while. katie and carrie have been granted to honor of him allowing them to pet him and sat on katie's lap for a while. but he used to be a lot worse, so he's better now. he likes all of my dad's brothers, save for the only one that really wants the pablo approval.

but while he barks and freaks out at everyone else, he doesn't act like that to us. when it's just us at home, that dog is amazingly adorable. his energy has diminshed over the years, but he still leaves scuff marks on the carpet (not like scuff marks scuff marks, just when like the carpet turns a darked color because you messed with it or something and if you touch it it changes... i don't know) by sprinting everywhere when he's hyper. and when you're sick, he will plop himself down right next to you and lick you and he puts his ears back like he feels sorry for you. it's just adorable. in the morning, he gets really excited to see you and jumps up and down and when you sit down he gets on your lap and puts his face right up next to your face and licks you and is just genuinely happy to see you. he's always so freaking cute. when you pet him and stop, he puts his head under your hand and kind of flips it up to get you to keep going. he sits in your lap and just up with you and actually grins (no kidding, he does this smile thing. it's weird.) and then throws his head down on your shoulder.

seriously. how cute is he?!

and marley and me really made me think about this. the entire book is basically about marley the dog, and about how pets are pets forever and how much dogs impact your life. and it's such an amazing book that if you read it and it doesn't make you stop and think for like, ever, about how much you love your dog then you're crazy.

it's also one of the saddest books i've ever read (and that's no spoiler because every single review will tell you that). i was sobbing. and i just don't do that. some books make me tear up, some make legit water come out of my eyes, but this one made me have to put it down and get tissues and stop and just sob. when makes me love it so much more. truly amazing book.

so now i'm excited to watch the movie.