Sometimes things have a way of working themselves out. After hearing the news that our puppy had died, we wrote off the idea of getting a dog, taking it as a sign that maybe this just wasn’t the right time. Well, the reality is that we don’t really need to get a new dog when it appears we already have one!
The chocolate lab carelessly splayed on our living room floor above is named Nunka…we think. We actually aren’t really sure what his name is, it could be Luka, or Nuka (without the ‘n’). Jillian has dealt with this uncertainty by naming him herself: Haiku. If there was a Haiku poem written about him, I think it would go like this:
Sleeps on our floor and
wants our food.
I’m not sure if that’s even a proper haiku, but that encapsulates our relationship with him perfectly.
But the best part about Haiku is that he sleeps in the wildest positions I have ever seen a dog sleep. He will stroll into our house, without knocking of course, and just roll over on his back and chill. It’s kinda the coolest thing I have ever seen a dog do.
He didn’t used to just stroll into our house, we actually had to train him to do so. Initially, he would walk to the open doorway and then stop. When we called him to come in he wouldn’t, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking him from the interior of our house. But after coaxing him with a little bacon carbonara, he’s broken that invisible glass ceiling and is now a daily fixture in our ti kay.
So we have now semi-adopted him. When he comes in I will sit down and pet him for a while, and he just hangs out with us until he gets bored and leaves to go sleep in a weird position somewhere else. We’re actually not sure who really owns him, so I have proposed making him OUR permanent dog, an idea that Jillian opposes until we find out who he belongs to. I find that unnecessary, as he clearly likes our floor more than anyone else’s.
But the reality is that he’s just a dog that trots around the complex and wants some food and attention. There’s also a BIG German Shephard that lives on the grounds as well, but we know he belongs to our neighbors. So until the mystery surrounding Haiku (or Nunka, or Luka) is solved, he will be our anonymous adopted dog that hangs out with us and that we don’t have to feed. We don’t have dog food anyways, but we are getting a kitty…