Basically every day consists of experiences with the four of them.
When I came home from work on Tuesday afternoon, there was no one to greet me, except for Darwin, our gray cat. And Darwin lost interest in me five seconds after I walked through the door. I didn’t get the anticipated rush of three dogs running toward me, tails wagging with a look in their eyes that can’t be replicated by anything in this world.
My favorite part about Monika and the three dogs being in my life are the things that only I know about them. On almost a nightly basis, Monika will awake from her slumber for mere moments and mutter something that sounds like a mix of jibberish and a foreign language, which hasn’t been discovered, and then quickly she rolls over and is asleep again.
The best part of this is she never remembers it and therefore denies ever doing it. It brings a smile to my face just thinking about it.
Our three-year-old German Shepherd, Roxy, is the equivalent of an awkward teenage girl 90 percent of the time. She hates thunderstorms, and if she even senses a thunderstorm is coming she goes into “freakout mode” and breathes uncontrollably in the bathtub. She also serves as a full-time guard dog, but only inside the house.
Maximus, who has been proclaimed the “prince of the household” by Monika doesn’t do much to bring stress to us on a daily basis. When he does do something wrong, Monika conveniently tells me I can’t get mad at him, because, “he has a little brain.” His little pushed-in face brings unbridled joy to us every day.
We adopted Toby in August, he was eight weeks old and has grown up before my eyes as he approaches his first birthday. With the exception of two weekends last fall, I have been with Toby every day for the past 10 months. When Monika went to her mother’s with the dogs, she informed me that Toby was very sad and she could tell he was out of place.