I got my first dog in 2001 and up until that time having a good time meant going out and dancing until the club closed and not a minute before that. I really did not want to get a dog, but my girlfriend insisted and pleaded so much that I gave in and we got Casey while on a vacation in Ecuador.
A year later we got our second dog, believe it or not at my insistence, Alex, and I started to notice that as time went by going out on a Friday or Saturday night was not as important as before and that instead I looked forward to dinner at home, followed by movies we rented while Casey and Alex slept either next to us on the couch or their bed. Yes, I was happy staying at home. Unbelievable, but true.
Time went by, and now days my dancing nights have greatly declined. I can count on one hand the times I go out dancing in a year. Talk about decline:)Don’t take me wrong, I still love to go out dancing and that probably will never change, but spending my evenings with Alex at home tops what I used to enjoy the most.
I am a firm believer that people, animals, events, etc., can greatly change a person’s life and in my case my dogs helped me settle down. I truly believe that no other being would have been able to accomplish what my dogs did without a good fight from my part. I did not fight this change in my life. To my surprise, I embraced it.
Casey, my first dog is gone, but Alex is still with me and about to turn 10 in a couple of days. Alex, my beautiful pit mix girl, finally tamed me. For that and so much more, I love you Alex.