I knew cats were amazing.
I fully excepted to fall in love with my kids.
But nobody told me how much I would love this dog.
I was once deathly afraid of dogs. I would pretend to be okay because I hated looking weak. It wasn’t until my 20s that I admitted, and subsequently avoided, most dogs except the very well-behaved ones. At first, I accepted that I would get over my fear, but one day, I decided to give dogs a chance, and since they couldn’t understand why I didn’t think they were awesome, they gave me plenty of opportunities. I would pet them and talk to them trusting them to not rip my face off. I would fake it.
With this practice, my fears subsided to the point that, while I didn’t believe every dog was my friend, I did think we could have a dog. I enjoyed them and more so, my husband and kids did. Of course, I would care very much for our dog, too, but I didn’t expect my heart to expand at every turn. To worry and fret. To laugh and chat (what? he’s a good listener). Lars loves straight for the heart. Or maybe straight from his ever-wagging tail. I love him with that enthusiasm as well.
I don’t think that I’m suddenly a dog person. I could adopt any cat and feel safe and confident. That’s not true with dogs. But there’s something about dogs. Perhaps many people tried to tell me how much I’d love Lars, but I just had to have it happen for myself. I’m a Lars person.