Mum, Dad, my brother Michael: everyone in the family got more affection from our ridgeback-staffie cross. And guess whose bed she used to poo on…
I think the tone was set when Ella threw up over me on the way back from the Dogs Trust. She was three months old, rolling around on the back seat between me and my twin brother, Michael (we’d just turned seven), and wasn’t enjoying her first trip in a car. She could have been sick anywhere – over the seat, over the floor – but for some reason she decided to climb on to me first.
It was the start of a beautiful but strangely one-sided friendship. Ella, a ridgeback-staffie cross, was the perfect dog: playful, energetic, naughty and tolerant. She would let us poke and prod her without complaint, turn her ears inside-out or dress her up in T-shirts or the thick woollen poncho my Greek Cypriot grandma knitted her for the British winter. And she was endlessly loving, at least to the other members of the family. Me? Too often it was as if I didn’t exist. If Michael and I were sitting on the sofa, she’d bound up to him. If I came home after a day out with my dad, he was the one she’d jump at. If I tried to take her for a walk by myself, she’d drag her feet and insist that I fetch my brother.
To add insult to injury, about once a year she would do a poo in the house. Not just anywhere, though: she’d climb the stairs to my room and leave it in a neat pile on top of my bed.
I can’t pretend I wasn’t offended by Ella’s attitude – I loved her just as much as anyone. But it took me a while to realise that in her eyes we were both bitches fighting for our place in the pack. I read that dogs are 98.8% wolf, even yappy little chihuahuas. Ella was a definite she-wolf and my mother (she who opened the tin of dog food every night) was the undisputed alpha female. Ella could handle that fact, but she didn’t want to be the omega female. That was me.
Working out the reasons for Ella’s lack of sisterhood, understanding that her indifference was atavistic and not just casual, didn’t make me any less jealous of my brother, who always took great pleasure in the fact that Ella seemed to prefer him. But I resigned myself to the situation. And then one day (happy ending, anyone?) everything changed. I must have been 16 or 17, we’d been away for a fortnight in France, and when we got back it was me she ran up to first, whining and twisting with pleasure at seeing me again. After that it was like all those years of competition had never happened. We were best friends for ever, or at least for the couple of years she had left. Ella finally loved me.
“Entertaining Battle of Wits: Enormous Dog’s Hilarious Efforts to Dodge Bath Time”
Once upon a time, in a cozy little house, a baby boy named Lucas lived with his family. They had a lively, affectionate golden retriever named Max, who had been a part of the family since Lucas was born.
From the moment Lucas could crawl, he and Max became inseparable companions. Max seemed to understand that Lucas was a delicate little friend, and he always watched over him with a gentle and watchful eye.
As Lucas grew older, so did his curiosity about the world around him. One sunny morning, as the family enjoyed breakfast, Lucas noticed a butterfly fluttering outside the window. Intrigued, he pointed at it, making excited sounds. Max, always eager to be a part of Lucas’s adventures, bounded to the window and wagged his tail in delight.
The little explorer within Lucas took over, and he decided to follow the butterfly’s flight. He crawled towards the back door, and Max followed close behind. Giggles filled the air as Lucas made his way to the backyard, where the butterfly landed on a colorful flower.
Curious about the newfound discovery, Lucas reached out to touch the delicate insect. Max sat down next to him, as if offering moral support. The butterfly gracefully took off again, and Lucas laughed with delight, clapping his tiny hands.
As days turned into weeks, Lucas and Max continued to explore the wonders of nature together. They splashed in puddles after rainstorms, rolled in the grass, and played fetch in the yard. Max patiently fetched the ball, even when Lucas’s throws were more like gentle tosses.
As Lucas started taking his first steps, Max became his loyal walking partner. He would walk beside Lucas, ensuring the little boy’s balance and providing him with a sense of security. If Lucas stumbled, Max would nuzzle him, as if reassuring him that everything would be alright.
As the years passed, their bond only grew stronger. Lucas and Max grew up side by side, sharing countless adventures and tender moments. Max was not just a dog to Lucas but a true and devoted friend.
Even as Lucas became more independent and started school, he always looked forward to coming home to Max. They still had their evening playtime, and Max remained a source of comfort during any challenging days.
In the end, Max was not just a pet; he was family. He had witnessed Lucas’s first steps, first words, and many first experiences. Their unbreakable connection showed that the love between a baby and a dog could transcend time and create beautiful memories that would last a lifetime.
And so, the little explorer and the loyal pup lived happily ever after, cherishing their friendship and the love they shared in their hearts forever.
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