My Dog

It's 12:33 at night right now, and it's storming. I am up, because my dog is flipping out with the thunder. In case you all didn't know, I have a dog. His name is Buddy, and he is a border beagle (half border collie, half beagle). He is black and white, sheds a lot, is hyper, and is scared of everything. Especially storms. When it thunders, he paces around, whines, and starts panting. Inevitably, he wakes people up. Tonight, it was me. As I sit up, forsaking my sleep to try and calm him down, I realized, I really love my dog. I can see so many shades of myself in him. He's really weird, but has a kind heart, and wants to please. But at times, he screws up. He's very smart and intelligent, but as this night shows, is also very vulnerable. Not saying I'm super vulnerable. I just see bits and pieces. I guess that theory is true. Well, if any of you don't have a dog, I highly recommend it. When I got Budley when I was 12, I hated him. He was hyper, didn't obey me, and just annoyed me. After I got to know him, I loved him, and haven't looked back. After sharing 7 years of my life with him, he's the one guy who I know the best. He's rewarded me so much. I wish I could give back to this animal all he's given me.