She’s so vain. I didn’t think it was possible but my dog has begun to show narcissistic tendencies. She is absolutely one of the sweetest dogs I have ever known and I never thought I would be writing these words about her.
Our routines have changed since she had her second seizure a few weeks ago. She came through it just fine but I wanted to keep as close an eye on her as I could, so her outdoor adventures became shadowed by my presence and an extendable leash so I could monitor her well-being.
Three or four times a day, we walk to the end of our road and back and she thrills in discovering new smells each time we travel along the same stretch of pavement. She has been trained to sit down at the side of the road every time a car passes so they are not concerned about getting too close. But lately after each car has passed, her smile widens and she leaps from her seated position to follow the occupants of the vehicle that she has convinced herself are on the road only to see her. I am loath to admit that my dog has become a Kardashian.
Tail wagging, she veers into the middle of the road to catch a whiff of the humans in the metal can on wheels. If the car is going in the opposite direction, I suddenly find myself the one being walked down the road. And, much to my dismay, several cars stop to chat only reinforcing her belief that they have stopped just for her. After her faithful subjects have curtsied and paid their respects, her head swells slightly, I feel moderately deprived of oxygen and we continue our walk until we are securely tucked back into our humble abode (which I’m sure she now feels is beneath her).
(image: Callaway as a puppy)
As I’m sure it happens in Hollywood, Callaway’s fame happened overnight. Three or four times a day, I apparently walk a movie star. I missed the memo explaining my new role in this relationship but as long as I still have that smiling face in my life, I’m okay with it!