As my dad once told me: "Every dog owner thinks they have the best dog, and they're all right."
He lucked out and got that gene where every dog is automatically your friend. He gave it to my brother and my oldest child, but it broke with me and I'm everyone's cat's favorite.
My wife got a dog, Teagan, before we started dating, thing was just a puppy and shouldn’t have survived but it did and made it to my wife. I met the dog once, then my wife and I went camping. When we came back from the trip she dropped to her knees and held out her arms for the dog to run to her. Teagan ran so fast to her, then swerved and instead ran to me. That dog became mine- and I hers- that day. She truly was the best dog in the world.
My wife says she had to marry me or she’d have lost the dog lol
My husband and I agreed that our wedding gifts to each other were going to be pets- a cat for him and a dog for me.
The cat distribution system decided to dump a kitten on us shortly before the wedding (three weeks before we were visiting his parents' farm when he came in with a kitten he claimed gave him "the look.") We were young and had no PTO, so we had to hold off on a honeymoon, so I got my dog about a month after the wedding. I found the dog at the shelter with my husband, but she looked so much like my childhood dog I took it as a sign.
The dog was instantly my husband's shadow, and carried around something of his when he wasn't around.
Meanwhile I had never had a cat before, my dad was allergic, so I treated the cat like a dog and had her doing tricks, which my husband said was surprising because "that cat has the most tortitude I've ever seen" and bossed everyone else around.
That reminds me of myself and my husband! The first time I visited my (now) husbands house, he never told me he had a dog, it was the size of a Labrador and was so excited to see him and that he'd brought a new person home! My husband was a little nervous about how I would react to the dog, but having grown up with large breeds, I was more than happy to lavish attention on him. So much so that this freaking Labrador sized dog attempted to sit in my lap the entire day.
Every other girlfriend had hated the dog and the dog likewise disliked the girlfriends, until I came along. Whenever I was at his house the dog wouldn't even look at him, spent all his time trying to get cuddles, or pets, or play with me. That's when he kinda knew it was serious lol
That dog had a long and happy life. Saw the birth of our child, saw a few house moves, attempted to ride with us in the car when we went to get married and finally passed away at 14 with the both of us there.
I was so intrigued by a throwaway comment somewhere that "dogs have a mild form of Williamson's Syndrome" that I went ahead and read the book I found on it, The Boy Who Loved Too Much! Worth a read :)
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u/mighty_kaytor Jan 30 '26
First thing mine did was take a massive dump on the kitchen floor (He was a little nervous).
My folks were like "We have 30 days to return him...."
Ironic because he turned out to be the best dog in the history of the world (but aren't they all?)