It’s a telling moment when I’m out on a date and find myself longing for my dog. If I’m more excited about my furry friend’s slobbery kisses than the charming guy across the table, it’s definitely time to hit the road. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the male species, but in many cases, I find my dog to be a far better companion.
I wasn’t always a devoted dog owner. However, after going through a divorce and seeking some redemption points for the universe, I promised my kids we could adopt a dog. We even researched breeds known for their shorter lifespans—commitment isn’t exactly appealing when you’re navigating the early stages of a split. In the end, they chose a St. Bernard.
In January 2009, we welcomed Charlie into our home. The typical puppy chaos ensued: he chewed on everything from pencils to picnic tables and managed to demolish our front screen door weekly. In just six months, he ballooned to a staggering 106 pounds. Despite his size, he figured out how to leap out of the car window, leading me on wild chases through intersections, school parking lots, and even a golf course. Instead of a leisurely stroll, I became a pro at body surfing behind him while stocking up on stain remover.
After nine months with Charlie, I hit a wall. My marital troubles took their toll, the kids were feeling the strain, and I was constantly cleaning drool from every surface imaginable. I even had 17 lint rollers on hand at one point! I contemplated giving him up, but the shelters urged me to stick with it and build a bond. Eventually, he mastered a few commands—okay, mainly “sit.” But once the boys returned to school that fall, Charlie and I really hit our stride and became inseparable.
Sure, he has his quirks, like drinking from the toilet, snoring like a freight train, and hiding treats around the house as if he were a furry little squirrel. I’ve discovered string cheese tucked under drapes, hot dogs in sofa cushions, and even a three-day-old pizza slice behind my pillow.
But through it all, he loves me unconditionally. He listens to my rants, never interrupts, and still perks up at the sound of my voice, even after hours of me talking. He sticks to his commitments, never promising to clean the garage only to ditch out for a game. He’s also a master at knowing when to stay quiet—if I’ve had a rough day, he doesn’t judge. No arguments about politics, religion, or who drained the last soda.
The changes following my divorce were overwhelming. My kids needed my support to cope with their uncertainties, while the dynamics of my friendships shifted dramatically. Letting go of our beloved home was tough, and the specter of the unknown loomed large during that first year. However, one constant remained: my dog was always there. Regardless of my relationship status, emotional state, financial situation, or even my disastrous dating life, Charlie was right by my side.
I believe it’s no coincidence that my kids chose a St. Bernard. These dogs are known for their ability to sense danger and rescue those in need. When he strolled into my life, Charlie became my savior. He constantly reminds me that loneliness is a choice, and a fulfilling life can take many forms. The neighbors may have their own version of happiness, but I’ve found mine. With a loyal companion like my dog, the sky truly is the limit.
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Summary: A loyal dog provides unconditional love and companionship that often surpasses the disappointment of a bad date. Through life’s ups and downs, a dog like Charlie stands by your side, reminding you that a fulfilling life can take many shapes.