You are a walking miracle! I’ve heard of him. The problem is that I’M a beta. Horses shove me into fences. One of my memories of my first wolfhound, Corie, was when I took him to a forest preserve and he REALLY wanted out of the car. He leaped over me but, luckily, I still had his leash. So I’m upside down on the ground with my feet still under the pedals while lapdog Corie tries to get to the woman backing away so that he can lick her all over as he did his persian kitten. And I’m saying to the lady, “You’re not afraid of dogs, are you?”
I took in a rescue Bichon that I didn’t know was there for biting. I used to try to dominate my Cairn by going nose to nose to him. Which is how I got stiches in my lip from the Bichon. I was bitten once more and husband once before we got him emotionally dependent. I still remember my joy when the vet announced that he had become a happy dog. When we lost him, I finally realized that I was the one that had become emotionally dependent in making him that happy dog.
What a wonderful post, Mairdie!
I laughed and then I had tears in my eyes at the end.
Your dog was blessed to have you.