In an earlier article, I told the story of how I wanted a dog more than anything as a child. I begged and pleaded with my parents for a dog at every holiday and birthday. And how getting a dog was the first thing I did after I graduated from college.
Now let’s talk about that dog a little bit.
My dog is an Australian Cattle Dog named Nox. He has all the typical breed traits of an Australian Cattle Dog – he’s energetic, he’s suspicious, he’s independent AF. And by that, I mean he could really take or leave me. If I’m not providing him with food or giving him a tennis ball to chase, he’s perfectly content to just curl up on the couch and give me the side-eye for weeping during a repeat viewing of The Last Jedi.
So, needless to say, Nox is not necessarily woman’s best friend. He’s more like woman’s skeptical companion.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my skeptical, suspicious pup. I am also skeptical and suspicious, so we fit each other perfectly. But Nox would definitely, definitely not follow me into battle, like Jackie the Baboon did for his owner, Albert Marr.
I guess I should have been asking for a baboon all these years, and not a dog.
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