I introduce to you….’Rosie’.
Rosie is my roommate. A Black Lab/Rottweiler mix with a scary bark supported by the unconditional love many humans are longing for. I moved in with many new roommates, in a new place, getting used to every new nuance, how all the humans worked, how my own kitty was adjusting.....and there was Rosie. I've never really lived with an inside dog.
Rosie camped out outside my door. Rosie’s tail hitting the wall as she senses I am waking up. Rosie peeking into my room to get one glance, any glance, at my kitty. Rosie knocking into my bleary-eyed boggle-headed morning self. Rosie in the bathroom with me. Rosie by me, licking me, putting her head on my lap as I eat breakfast…or as I eat anything, anytime, anywhere. Rosie putting her fetch toys on me while I’m sitting on the couch. Rosie barking at anyone who comes around our cul-de-sac. Rosie my walk-buddy. Rosie watching TV with me. Rosie sleeping on the couch while I love on her.
And then one day chaos erupts in the household. And there is Rosie. She comes over and sits between all the housemates. As words fly back and forth, she places herself in the middle of all of us and just sits on the floor, gnawing off the outside of a tennis ball, completely unaffected by us. I say to our housemates “Rosie is the glue of the household. She loves everyone and everyone loves her. She is the one thing no one has a problem with.” And they agree.
One evening I was looking at her on the couch, into those eyes of hers, and I was ‘getting it’. After listening to her for a little while, I THEN REALLY realized what I was 'getting'. I was 'getting' her stream of consciousness. It’s like thinking you are making things up in your head about what they would say to you. Only I wasn’t trying. I was just loving her, being by her, totally respecting her, and I was listening. ‘Whispering.’ Rosie told me all sorts of things. We had some Girl-Talk.
Rosie IS the heart of the household. We are hers. She loves us as we need to be loved. Someone in the house needs a large display of love for validation, and to get his scattered attention. Someone else in the house needs soft, gentle love for her particular demeanor. Another roommate provides the food, leashes, collars, and basic-training. Rosie gets her structure from her. This roommate likes and needs good structure. Another housemate is not an ‘animal-person’ and had previously been cold to her. Rosie loves him. From afar. She isn’t scared of him now, doesn’t hate him, but loves from a distance. And then there’s me. Rosie and Me. Rosie letting me in on the way she loves. She Loves. She gets it. And I get to learn from the Obi-Wan Kenobi of Love.
This is how she loves, because she told me. Not in the speech or language that humans use…but in her own way. And I am very glad I got to hear her.
Rosie is getting me through; her love, her attention, making play-time for both of us. My dog-walking companion and I are having new adventures. She is getting the exercise and love she needs and I am getting time with her. So much she shares with me. So accepting of me.
And Yes, she does still chase the cat.
© Dalah Nyx Ostara, 2014.