Everyone, sitting before me is my dog, Varian. Varian, everyone reading this essay is looking at you. He’s sitting there looking at me as if I were as weird as he thinks I am. But the truth is I wanted to write another essay about my dog. Because there have been comments about him because he is seen on my blog. They were nice comments, thank you to everyone who said something to me in one form or another. The truth is, I didn’t plan those pictures that way. Nope, this story is short and to the point so here we go.
When I was building my site, they said to take pictures. I contacted one of my former students and she said she would be happy to help. However, the company that asked me for the pictures said, they needed them quickly. So I asked my wife to take them. If you’ve seen the images on the blog or Facebook.com page, you know what I mean. Varian acted as if he was jealous. I don’t know what he was upset about. At first, I thought he was upset because we were in his chair. He sleeps in the chair with the Steelers blanket on it. He also has a chair in the red room and he also sleeps in my double recliner. He has no shortage of places where he can plant himself.
So we ignored him. He wasn’t buying it. He wanted access to me. He was yipping and doing the head tilt thing. So, naturally, I picked him up. Those pictures are on the blog in different places. I thought he was content. I changed my clothes, because I love to wear a shirt and tie. Yes, I like to dress up. I always have. Anyway, the dog comes back for round two as well. He’s scuffling around and yipping and I thought, what the heck. I picked him up again. Once we were done he seemed content. The pictures were done and everything was good.
Until The Other Day… All the chairs he sleeps in, I mentioned earlier in this piece. We swapped them out. The chair in the living room is in the dining room. We replaced the living room chair with the one from the red room. We also put one of my old office furniture chairs in the red room so he could still sleep in there. The only issue is he can no longer climb in it unless he gets a running start.
So there he is, in the dining room looking at me, then his chair with the Steelers blanket in it. He walked to the living room toward his brown chair. He stops and goes down the ramp to the red room. Come back, walks back into the living room, stops and comes back into the dining room and jumps up next to me. Your thinking that’s good right, he chose to sit next to me. Well, actually he didn’t. Instead of putting his head closest to me, his butt is the closest part. He’s trying to make a point with me.
First I think he’s got so many choices, it’s too many. He’s twelve and I know this, he doesn’t like change. We will get him straightened out over the next few days but it sure is fun watching him find fault with us changing his furniture around. My only worry is, if that dog ever learns to speak, and I were to write about what he was saying. I am sure I could never write what he was saying, if he could talk, I’d be censored for sure.
As I write this, I know that you know that I know I love Varian, but he is getting old and I sure am going to miss him. Mainly because, while he is not the last living link to my little girl, he was her dog before he was mine. I just appreciate the last ten years he’s been in my life. Those pictures and his actions about the switching of the chairs, just endears him to me all that much more. So, here’s to Varian, the most cantankerous, stubborn, Yorkie I have ever met. He is also this man’s best friend. MUH!!
