Adopting My First Dog: Yoshi

He has the biggest eyes on such a small frame. He’s dark and shiny, smooth and silky. He’s curious and playful. He’s got the cutest way of sitting, where he purposefully, but seemingly accidentally flops his butt down to the ground.

I have a total of four animals. At one point, I had considered kids being a part of my life, but I’m quite happy with my pets. We don’t always understand each other, but at the end of the night, we all want to be together. Literally, in one bed together.

With already two cats, I had no idea how taking in Yoshi was going to turn out. When I agreed to foster this dog, I had no idea about his personality, mannerisms, his background, and training. He was just a lost dog who made some good friends that led him into my home. He got lucky. I got lucky.

I had expected some challenges, but he was an amazingly accommodating and quick dog. He learns his training very quickly. It seemed that some may have been training he’d learned before, but forgotten for a little bit. I don’t know how long he was out on his own, but a friendly personality like his could have been abused very quickly. I’m so happy to have him in my home.

I can’t get enough of him. I’ve re-learned what it’s like to have a heart so spoiled by an instant connection. He came bursting through my door that day and he was immediately home. Everyone who meets him loves him. His biggest fault is his inability to stop licking you.

He’s so happy to see everyone and experience it all. He wants to make friends with everything from worms to dogs who’s pay is the size of his whole body. I have learned that my protective instinct can be vicious and that being a dog parent can make you into a crazy parent. Everyone who doesn’t love your pup ends up on your shit list. Anyone who looks at your fur baby with distaste finds themselves under the tires of your mental kill-em-off mobile. My cats don’t need this protection because they just stick by me and don’t interact with others unless they’re inside my home. Yoshi, however, has many other dangers he faces on a daily basis, just by needing a walk.

I had always wanted a big dog – a pit bull, to be specific. I thought that I would inevitably end up killing a small dog. I’m careless when I sleep, traipse around in the dark, walk aimlessly, and often don’t look down. Well, it’s been months now and I’ve never crate trained Yoshi. He’s never needed it. He’s been sleeping next to me in bed from the first night. I learned that he’s a fully capable 3-year-old, managing to keep himself safe from me during the sleeping hours, while still keeping cuddled up for warmth. There is not a day I don’t wake up with his weight leaning on me somehow.

Being that I had a pit bull on the top of my wishlist and not this miniature cartoon of a chihuahua, I learned the easy way that I wasn’t ready for such a big dog. I’m in no position to control such a large, strong animal. I wouldn’t be able to properly train him. I’ve still got a long ways to go in learning how to train a dog. I’m having quite a bit of trouble with my 2nd foster as it is. However, thanks to Yoshi walking into my life, I know I can get there. I would one day love to foster multiple dogs in hopes of finding them a forever home. I can do it, but I need to slow down and take it one step at a time.

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