GG Million Dollar Match Maker
Things were routine after the smoke alarm incident. I would park as close to the building as possible, run in, and get into my 007 mode. I hadn’t done any dating since I had gotten GG; she took up most of my time. I got up at 3am and didn’t get home until 530 or 6pm. It maybe wasn’t so much that she took up all of my time, as it was that I was tired by the time I got home and I still had to do everyday things to get ready for the next day. I realized that I was a little obsessed with her, because she filled a void in my life. I decided that maybe I should start seeing a real person that could respond back to me. It is very easy to become attached to your dog, because they really are like children, except they can’t talk. They can make the same mess has a child, with toys everywhere, and they demand so much of your attention. It was time to join the real world and date.
The way to date at that time was using Match.com. It was the hot way to meet people. I did a profile and the dating began with conversations on the phone. This was not always smooth, because as I was talking on the phone, she was bringing toys for me to throw, which was a distraction. You have to imagine this: you’re talking to someone you don’t know, trying to lead or participate in a conversation, and there’s your dog, standing in front of you with pitiful eyes and toy in mouth. What was I to do but throw the toy? I soon realized that it was best not to come in talking on the phone or to take any phone calls, until she had been taken out. Did this solve the problem? No, but it did help a little.
I made sure that anyone I was going to meet knew that I had a dog and we were a package deal. I think some people thought that they could get around this, but they soon found that I was not joking: no Anita without GG. My youngest daughter, as I thought of GG (my daughter hates when I say GG is her sister), did not like men. I realized, over a period of time, that whenever I took her out, if a man spoke to me, she growled, and if a man came to fix the cable or something, she would bark her head off. No, nothing had changed with my development; still no pets. So when men that worked for the development came, she still had to be out of sight. Anyway, I’m saying this to let you know that all of the people I dated were women, so there was no reason for her to bark or growl.
GG put her matchmaking skills to work whenever I had someone over. It was she and I, so whenever a woman would come over, she would bark, but it didn’t have much force to it. The man bark was loud, with her jumping a little off the floor, almost like: bark, jump, chest out. Okay, not the best picture. The woman bark didn’t last continuously, like the man bark. The way I figured out if she liked or tolerated another person in our space was pretty ingenious for a dog. She would, however, get into her worst behavior; I mean bad. She would jump on the person, sit between us and lay her head in my lap, or bring toys for me to throw, and when I didn’t respond, she’d sort of shove her toy at the person. She was, I guess, demanding that one of us stop talking and play with her. If the person stayed over, GG was in between us, or sleeping on their head. I mean, some women were like, “Put her in another room,” or I would hear them talking to her in a rough voice. I will only say that I am not with any of those people. GG knew the best person for me, and she would not let me settle for anyone else, no matter whether I liked them or not. Yes, it was hard sometimes to chose GG, but now, in hindsight, I know that she was looking out for me.
The next blog will be about the smoke alarm incident that almost had us homeless. Until next time, be safe.