I love my dog.
Her name is Navi. She is named after a sidekick in a video game i use to play when i was a kid. She is my sidekick.
Every night she alternates between laying down in bed with Courtney, and coming out to the lounge room to hang out with me. The little tag on her collar jingles as she wanders up and down the hallway.
Navi doesn’t concern herself with the all the bullshit that goes on in the world. Obviously she cant even comprehend the idea of a lingering nuclear war, or an Easter Sunday murder being broadcast live on the internet. But i like to think that even if she could, it wouldn’t faze her.
Right now she is trying to get to a chip that i dropped between the crack in the couch.
Material objects aren’t high on her priority list either. I’ve bought her all kinds of toys, most of the time she sniffs it once and then comes back and sits at my feet. Occasionally she will rip one to shreds within a couple of minutes, but most of the time she doesn’t really give a fuck. Shes pretty well happy as long a there’s food in her bowl and a warm place for her to sleep.
I have never seen her get angry about anything. One time we took her to the beach, and this fuckhead dog that was twice her size charged at her and bowled her over. I would have understood if she had gotten up and wanted to fight the wanker. But she just shook it off and kept enjoying her time at the beach.
Her mind isn’t plagued with thoughts of failure. shes a dog, there’s nothing she could do that would cause her to be a failure. Even if there was, i’m sure she wouldn’t care.
She doesn’t judge people. She doesn’t even know what judging means. She doesn’t care if you are addicted to drugs, have a mansion, have shitty clothes or drive some awesome car. To her, everyone is a potential source of pats. If they don’t want anything to do with her, she just leaves it and moves on.
She doesn’t worry about the opinions of others. She doesn’t pretend to be something shes not. Shes not seeking anyone’s approval, because she doesn’t need it. Unless i have a bit of food in my hand, then she will spin around when i tell her to in order to get me to give her some of said food.
Now she is asleep on the couch next to me. She doesn’t lay awake dwelling on the past, or worrying about the future. she just sleeps.
She is my best friend, and my idol.