Over five years ago a nutty rescue dog entered my life. From the moment I met Shiva, I didn’t think I was ready for the changes she would bring. Naturally, I let my practically husband (or, PH as he is more often known in the Petosphere) convince me to adopt her anyway.
Unsurprisingly, my first thoughts had been correct. Despite all the books I devoured before we brought her home from the shelter, we were not prepared for our new dog’s particular brand of crazy. Luckily for all of us, it turned out this wacko mutt was exactly what we needed. With the help of a wonderful trainer, truckloads of kibble, and very understanding neighbours, my dog Shiva has blossomed into one of the most special dogs I have ever known.
Does she still make my hair fall out? Definitely. But what I receive in return for every lost strand is something I never expected. There is no question I wouldn’t be the semi-sane person I am today if Shiva hadn’t come into my life at that precise time. Unbeknownst to me, I needed her help at getting me back on track far more than she needed me.
This isn’t to say our relationship is easy. Far from it. Even after all this time we still have difficulties communicating. But that’s part of the process, I think, and part of what I love most about my life with Shiva. She has her own motivations and her own plans. More often than not, these don’t align with my own. Just when I start to relax she is there to remind me that life is a challenge and not worth living unless one embraces all it has to offer.
From the living room to the agility course to the woods outside, there is nothing Shiva does better than enthusiasm. As frustrating as this can be at times, I wouldn’t have her any other way.