Today, our little Obi Juan turns 7 years old. Human years that is. So in dog years, he would be 44 years old. Is that mid-life? Or is he approaching his senior years?
Coincidentally, we will be celebrating this milestone of his with fellow corgi owners and their corgis, one of whom will also be celebrating his birthday later this month. There will be doggie birthday cake! Yey!
I am happy that he has reached this milestone, at the same time, a little worried as our baby is getting older. I know, he hasn’t been a puppy for some time now, but he is our baby. My baby.
Those who have never owned and cared for pets may never ever understand. But Obi is someone I care for everyday, just as you do your children. I work my schedule around his needs as dogs, unlike cats, are very dependent on their owners.
I wake up between 7-730AM to take him to wee then feed him breakfast. Then, after 15-30 minutes, I take him for his morning walk to poop. I hang out with him on the couch, while I work on something on the computer. I play fetch with him, especially now that he does take the ball into his mouth and brings it to me, a signal that he’d like to “play play”. Recently, I’ve been taking him with me on my short runs on the trail. I brush his coat, give him baths and blow dry his fur. I take him to the vet when I think he is sick (which is most of the time) and make sure he takes his medicines.
Obi is with me 97% of the time, except when I need to pick up the mail (but sometimes I bring him along too), go to Sunday mass, do my weekly grocery runs and dates with The Husband in non-pet friendly environments, which is most places. Yep, we spend more time together than I do with The Husband. He is my little shadow, following me around where ever I go, even to the bathroom.
I know him inside out.
How he burps after every meal. How he likes to sit by the patio door and wait for his friend, Franklin, to passby. How he likes to prop the pillows and his blankie to ensure maximum comfort. How he whimpers and barks like clockwork when it’s Dada’s time to come home from work. How laser sharp focused he gets when Dada is eating. How he gets irritated, giving a low growl when I give him kisses on his cheeks. How excited he gets when you hold out a closed fist, thinking that it is a ball to be thrown for a game of fetch. How he will snuggle with you when he knows he is at fault. Case in point, when letting out a silent fart from the depths of bad smells from hell. How he snores like a grown man when he has had a full day of play play with Dada. How he looks back and smiles at me whenever we go on his walks. How he runs towards me like he hasn’t seen me for a thousand years, even if I have only been gone for five minutes.
I could go on and on. So my only wish for him on his birthday is that he live forever. Just kidding! But to live as many years possible as he has brought so much more love and laughter to me and The Husband.
Happy, happy birthday our dearest Obi! Momma and Dada may not buy you many useless things (even if I want to), but instead we will shower you with belly rubs, smother mother kissies, silly time and love.
Hope you could follow him and his everyday antics on Instagram on Instagram.com/obijuanthecorgi