When I asked my friends and family if I should adopt a rescue dog, they looked at me sideways. Didn’t I recently say that I wasn’t a dog person? Aren’t I afraid of dogs? Didn’t I know that being a dog owner meant having to take it out, rain or shine and in the cold? Yes, all those thoughts occurred to me, but I also knew that this puppy needed a home and I could provide a good home for him. His story’s a little hazy, but the rescue thinks that he was a stray roaming the streets before he was picked up. He had heart worms, wasn’t neutered, and didn’t have a microchip — all signs that even if he’d once had an owner they weren’t a responsible one. I’d also joked that Charlie needed a new friend and I thought they’d be a good pair, since they were of similar sizes.
I also selfish wanted to adopt a dog for reasons beyond just having a dog. Owning a dog meant that I would be forced to leave the house and go for walks on a daily basis. A lot of times I feel too stressed or under pressure to take care of myself through exercise or giving myself a mental break. Becoming a dog owner meant that another creature would become dependent on me to care for them. I could justify needing to go for walks if it was for Sirius, but not if it was just for me.
So after five and a half months of adding Sirius to the family, I feel sure that adopting him was one of the best decisions I’ve made recently.
I can confidently say that Sirius helps me get my 10,000 daily steps and forces me to take a break and get outside of the house. For example, the other day I felt overcome with stress and anxiety. I decided to go talk Sirius for a walk and when I got back to the house I felt so much better! Sirius got his walk and I got a fresh perspective on the day. It’s a win-win!
Sirius encourages me (metaphorically) to stop and smell the roses, as well as enjoy the scenery.
And in the past few months Charlie and Sirius have become fast-friends and partners in crime. It makes my heart full to watch them play and take care of each other.
Perhaps this is one more instance where I needed to think less and act more. Instead of being talked out of adopting him by all the logical reasons why it didn’t make sense, I followed my gut and knew it was the right thing to do. I might not have needed a dog, but Sirius need a home.