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He holds my heart in the palm of his paw
|Posted Nov. 14, 2008|
Recently, people have been asking me whether I am seeing anyone or whether there is a special guy in my life, and my answer is always no. Well I have finally decided to come clean...there is a man in my life.
We have been living together for almost two years; he knows me better than anyone, and he gives the world’s best kisses (a little sloppy, but the best).
His name is Jethro Bodin, and he is an American Bulldog.
When I decided that I was ready to commit to having a dog, I went to Baldwin Park to check out some pups. I was positive that I wanted a female, and the biggest girl of the litter immediately caught my eye. That’s when fate stepped in. The male runt of the litter would not leave me alone. Everywhere I went, the little guy would follow, and, if I picked up another pup, he would jump up and try to get my attention. I knew we were meant to be together.
On the ride home, the chemistry between us was clear, and he couldn't keep his paws off me. To make things even better, my mom also approved of my new man.
I knew we were moving a little fast, but I let him sleep in my bed the first night. After a night of spooning, snoring and a little accident, I gave him a name: Jethro Bodin.
We spent the next few days snuggling, swimming and getting to know each other better. The following week, while I was at work, I received a phone call from my sister saying something bad had happened and to come home immediately.
She had found my baby at the bottom of the swimming pool. He was conscious but having difficulty breathing so I rushed him to the nearest vet. They told me that he was in serious condition and would need to be transferred to another vet that could more adequately treat him. When we arrived at the other vet, she sat me down and told me that she would do all she could, but there were no guarantees. The vet also told me that the treatment would be pricey, and I would also have to pay for him to stay in a specialized oxygen kennel. I loved him; money was no option.
After a week, Jethro had made a full recovery and was cleared to come home. Everyone at the vet’s office called it a miracle. They smiled and told me that Jethro was a fighter and must have had somebody special to go home to. He sure did.
With our two-year anniversary quickly approaching, Jethro and I are closer than ever. We spend our time going on walks, hanging out in the park or just talking. (Yes, I do most of the talking, but Jethro is quite the listener). He even holds my hand...well sort of. When I say hold my hand and reach down, he puts his muzzle right in my palm, and we continue walking hand in hand, or should I say muzzle in hand.
Although Jethro is a messy eater, a little chunky and has the worst smelling farts, I wouldn’t change him for the world. He is the man in my life, and the only one whom I can and ever will truly confide in. I have had a rough two years full of moving, heartache and change, but when I see his big brown eyes staring up at me, I know that I am not going through it alone, and that everything will be all right.
So for all of you who have asked or ever wondered, the answer is, yes there is a special guy in my life. His name is Jethro Bodin.
Madison Steff, a senior communications major, is editorial director of the Campus Times. She can be reached by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.