My Journey of Becoming a Dog Person

Life with Myah, my shop dog.   My journey of becoming a dog person.

I’m not much of a writer so I ask forgiveness for my poor writing skills.  Pitiful, coming from a family of published writers.

I was never much of a dog person.  Cats were more to my liking.  Dogs are needy, slobbery and don’t bury their poop.  Cats on the other hand, are aloof but cuddly, have dry tongues and bury their poop.   I grew up with cats  We always had one.

My conversion to becoming a “dog person” began when my husband and I adopted Myah from family.  They “worked” on us for months before we adopted her on a trial basis.  After Myah moved in, the trial period lasted for about an hour.  We were hooked.

Somehow the stars aligned and we ended up with the mellowest, quietest, sweetest, most gentle chocolate lab… EVER.  For those of you that have met Myah, you know what I mean.   Our dog has become our constant companion and friend.  She’s also become the store favorite.  I love that locals stop by to see her… give her treats and love.

Dog people – I get it now!  I GET it!  I LOVE my dog and couldn’t imagine life without her.  I’m now a dog person.

Myah –  Thanks for hanging with me at the Blue Door.   You  are a “Jacksonville Treasure” as one gentleman stated.    Even though you can’t bury your own poop, I promise I will always be there to pick it up.

Cindi
BDGS