Best Dog in the World

I had someone teasing me the other day, because I was telling them that Cosette is the best and cutest dog in the world. They assumed that Cosette was the first dog I have had because of the way I was talking about her. I told him that I have had dogs since I can remember. My first dog was Stukey. She was only a year younger than me, and we got her when she was just a puppy, so I don’t remember any time before her. Stukey was an amazing dog. We could use her as a pillow, take toys from her without fear of her snapping at us, hold dog biscuits in our mouths and let her take them, etc. Didn’t matter what we did with that dog, we were safe.

We’ve had other dogs over the years. Tippy, Shasta, Kita, Alathea. Then there were my Grampa’s dogs that I grew up with; Duke, Zena, and Shadow. I have known some spectacular dogs.

But Cosette is the first dog that has been my dog alone. She is the first dog that has been my responsibility. She is the one that I rescued, and the one that I have spent time with, just watching her breathe, marveling at the way she has grown in the last 2 months, and feeling how different it is to hold her now than when I first found her. All of the other dogs have been shared responsibility.

So yeah, I am a little biased...my puppy is a little psycho child sometimes. She likes to take my belongings and run through the house, hiding under the bed (though she’s getting a little big for that), and pretending that she has no idea that she is being naughty. But that look in her eyes tells me that she knows. She loves to run around, acting like she doesn’t know what, “Cosette, come.” means. But then she snuggles up next to me, cuddling as close as she can, and I can’t really remember how naughty she has been. I just remember how much I love her, and how happy I am that she came into my life.

So yeah, she is the best dog in the world. But I’d probably be the only person who says that.