By now, if you have read my earlier postings, you have met Ubi, and you know that he is a Cavachon. You also know that a Cavachon is the lucky offspring of Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and a Bichon Frise. I say lucky because, well, just look at him. Look into his eyes. My neighbor gets credit for this picture. She dropped her keys and he started to eat them, but she got him to look up at her long enough to capture one of the best photos of him to date. Every time I look at it, and look at those eyes, tears come to mine.
I am so blessed to have this guy in my life. He is teaching me so much about patience, tolerance and understanding. So far he has gone through several USB chargers for my phone, and two power supplies for my Microsoft Surface Pro 4 at $80 a piece. He has destroyed several of his toys in an explosion of fluff. He has peed and pooped all over the area rug and hardwood floor in my living room, but that’s ok. I purchased the rug just for him. It’s made of polypropylene. And yes, I can’t find half of my socks. I’m sure they will turn up somewhere one I find his hiding place.
I tried letting him sleep in bed with me, and at first that worked out just fine. But then he decided it was more fun to kiss me than go to sleep. I don’t mind him kissing me, but not when I’m trying to fall asleep. So now I’m putting him in his crate by my bed until he is a little older and learns that when the lights go out it’s time for bed.
As you know, Ubi broke his leg. He healed spectacularly. To watch him run is a wonderful sight. He is so fast. We are in puppy class right now, and he is the smallest puppy in the room by far, but he doesn’t care. During play time he plays with the bigger boys and girls and loves it when he can get them to chase him.
So what is it that I didn’t know until last night? Well another neighbor was over with her dog, and Ubi was playing with her and the other dog, and me. Ubi is so friendly to everyone. He loves it when people visit. He runs up to them with so much enthusiasm. He is just so irresistible. I’m very happy about this. I want a dog that people don’t have to be afraid of when the come in to my home. I really hope he stays this way. But there’s also a part of me that wants him to be attached to me more so than others. I want him to know that I am his caretaker, and that I am, well, his Daddy. But I figured, if he is friendly with everyone, I guess that’s good enough. At least I don’t have to worry about him biting anyone.
But last night something happened and I knew. While we were playing, with my neighbor there, and the other dog there, and new bully sticks that the dogs were chewing on, I had to go upstairs to make sure the doors were closed, so the dogs didn’t get into anything up there. So I go upstairs, and I’m closing the doors, and I turn around, and there was Ubi. No bully stick, neighbor and other dog downstairs, but there he was, looking up at me, seemingly with relief that I didn’t leave the house through some hidden exit in my bedroom. What did I know? I think you know what I knew.