Salty. This word usually associates itself with taste, but I
will use this descriptor to define my attitude this week. Weirdly enough, my
salty demeanor leads me to become outrageously eccentric, including uncontrollable
laughter and a high-pitched whiny voice that irritates my own ears. Anyway, today
as I sulked over to my anatomy group, sat down without saying a word, and did
my “group work” completely alone, my fellow AP English classmate, Elliot,
pointed out my apparent impudent attitude. And somehow this turned into a “let’s
all make fun of Becky” hour. I believe that Elliot created this bantering to discontinue
the dirty looks that were thrown his way for trying to converse with me. The topic
Elliot chose: my obsession with my dog. I do not feel that strong affection
felt towards a pet in any way, shape, or form should be considered bad. I feel
that excessive love for animals lives as a common feeling for teenage girls.
But whatever, let’s all laugh about it. Once we fully divulged into my affection
for my Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Tootsie, I realized how much I really am obsessed
with her. Not only did I force my group members to “oooh” and “aahh” over Instagram-edited
pictures of my pet, I forced my teacher to participate in the mandatory
admiration. After my dramatic whining about how adorable my Champion in Show
dog looked, many other peers decided to join in on making fun of my beloved K9.
Maybe making Tootsie a Facebook two years ago with my family over winter break
crossed the line. Maybe I deserved the harassment I received from my
classmates. Maybe I should not have cried when my guy friends stole my dog
right out of my house and drove her around my neighborhood for twenty minutes. I
still cringe when I visualize my cherished dog in the back of Grant Lingafelter’s
Jeep, immobilized by fear. (They claim she loved it, but I highly doubt it) Maybe
the heated words I spat at my girlfriends for helping my friends dog-nap
Tootsie did not need to leave my mouth. Maybe I should not routinely wear and flaunt
my Corgi socks. Maybe the best Halloween costume for Tootsie this year was not
a hotdog. Maybe I should not take it personally when my friends call Tootsie “fish
dog” for her rancid breath, or make fun of her short legs and beady eyes. But I
believe that a dog truly remains man’s best friend. And yeah, maybe my
obsession with Tootsie remains on the extreme side, but I do not believe I am
the only one with a pet obsession….ELLIOT.
Yeah Elliot remains way over obsessed with his cats, considering he posted an instagram of one playing a mini saxophone the other day. However, I too have an obsession with my animals, Rosko (malty-palm) and Lucy (yellow lab). I actually will admit I talk to them in a disgusting voice, which my friends can vouch for. I also feel the awkward martial status they seem to have considering Rosko, a fluffy, mini, boy dog, snuggles with fat, yellow lab Lucy. I additionally have this slight belief in Buddhism, which roots from my feeling that my dog Rosko exists as a re-encarnation of a 40 year old man. I like this idea since I torture him by dressing him in tutus. Tootsie proves as your healthy obsession...so continue to dress her in hotdog costumes.
ReplyDeleteI also obsess over my dog, a cockapoo named Amber. She has a shirt which says "Chagrin Falls Cross Country 2012" and I bought her a jingle bell collar for Christmas this year. Considering the fact that we all love our dogs to no end, I question why we do. Whatever the answer, I will continue to endlessly pet my dog.
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ReplyDeleteBeside my spoiled pup, my cat is my true best friend. Soulmate maybe. I found Sammy during my days as a kindergardener, and she is still strutting around the woods of Hunting Trail. She made her claim to fame as a leading role in her previous-owner's novel "The Gamma Girls of Chagrin Falls." I brought her to the book signing, where I felt like a celebrity as I showed my famous feline off. I call her my companion not for her star status, but because she always listens to me. Well maybe that results from her inability to speak. Either way, she has been the only one to never shut me up. So I will call her my BFF.
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