a) talk to dogs, and
b) be one with the dogs.
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| I had brown hair as a kid... just FYI |
So when I moved out on my own I started fostering random dogs.
Then I found Bandit. Bandit was a wild animal. Not like "free spirited" wild so much as "try to keep a rabid bear as a pet" wild.
It was a simpler time, back in the olden days of 2013. I thought a lot about owning my own dog (rather than just fostering), but I knew that it probably wouldn't be Bandit. He was probably never going to be tame enough to stay in a house for 12hrs a day. Realistically, he couldn't spend 12 minutes alone in my house without peeing on my plants and trying to bite my face when I told him not to.
Nevertheless I was determined that one day I would meet a dog that would be my new dog soul mate that was cute and totz awesome .
One day I was (supposed to be) studying in the library when I came across a dog that was beautiful. Like seriously... should have been a dog model (is that a thing?). And I was like HOLY SHAT I NEEDS IT.
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| missing from photo: Right arm. |
So I bought her. To get her I had to fly halfway across my country to meet her at an airport on Christmas eve all by myself. This resulted in kind of a massive fight with my family, given that families tend to want you around on Christmas and not in an airport alone in some random province where you don't know anybody.
But I bit the bullet, made my entire family SUPER mad at me and bought a last minute flight to meet my soon to be puppy! You seriously could not meet a happier and more excited person than me that day. There were Santas all over the place in the Toronto airport and I was like HEY SANTA every five seconds. I high fived at least one and randomly hugged another. I made friends with some people that worked at the hotel I was staying at (since puppy was coming late in the night) and I ate pizza with a glass of wine at the hotel restaurant all alone LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING ADULT. You don't even KNOW.
Her flight got delayed like 4 times because Toronto was having an ice storm that was somewhat similar to the apocalypse. I went for a walk in the night by myself (tromping through like 2 feet of ice and snow) JUST BECAUSE I was SO HAPPY. I hugged a doorman and told him all about this magical beast that was soon going to be my best friend forever even though that dog had no idea what was going on whatsoever.
It was midnight by the time I picked her up at Customs, and we had to catch out flight home at 3am so my nameless dog and I slept together on the freezing cold porcelain bathroom floor in my hotel room (She was too small to jump onto the bed, and to be perfectly honest I would bet money that she was plotting to pee all over ANYTHING that would require me to not get my damage deposit back).
The next morning we made our way through all the airport terminals and santa clauses and arbitrary travellers who had no families or perhaps were all here to get dogs that their parents didn't approve of either...
In a line up to get out ticket, a random girl threw her guts up for no reason right in front of me. This resulted in these two random guys turning around and seeing me and my dog kennel. The following conversation resulted:
(un)fortunately, I continued to run into these guys everywhere I went as I waited for my 5am flight.
... at the end of it all, I was just looking around all the walls in the airport trying to find a noun that could pass as a name... ANYTHING that would get these guys to just stahp. And then I saw a book store: Indigo.
When I said "Indigo" the guys were Stoked and thought it was the best thing ever (though at least one of them asked me what the word indigo meant ... so i went on a tangent to them about how I was a painter and Indigo is a colour people paint with... it was like 4am, tbh I have no idea what i was saying).
And from then on I had my little baby/hellraiser mammal - name and all.
Little miss Indie (aka., Indigo).
-fin.
-A.
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