Usually I'm of the opinion that dog lovers are missing something more keystone in their lives. That they're trying to fill some void with this living, breathing creature that shows you unconditional love. And this coping mechanism if I may call it so used to bug me a lot.
But nowadays I don't mind it so much. In fact I have a dog myself now. To that you may raise a finger and say, hey you're just filling a void! And I'd say to you, aren't we all?
So why had I been against people owning dogs for all my life until so very recently? You wouldn't want to hear that story, trust me it's boring. But I will tell you a tale about how I came to be a dog owner. That is quite the story.
It all began with a phone call. When it appeared on my screen I thought it was from an old friend of mine named Jony Raine. We weren't the closest of friends, but we had never had beef, plus I was just sitting around the cafe fucking around so why not pick it up? He was an interesting enough guy.
"Hello."
But something was off. From the first hello. This wasn't Jony Raine at all. And I could tell that the voice on the other end knew damn well who I was. No question in that. This was no butt dial or anything like that. This person wanted to get a hold of me. And they wanted to get a hold of me this way.