OK, I have finally become "that guy". That guy who refers to his pet as a member of the family. I have had, and enjoyed, dogs all my life. We've had pound puppies, beautiful labs and currently have an English Mastiff named Hoss. (Also a pig named Luvy, but that's another story.) Although I have enjoyed having a dog around, I have never been overly attached. I mean after all, its just a dog, right? You throw a few sticks, visit a few dog parks, provide food and water, and let them sleep in the basement on the coldest nights of the year. Well two weeks ago I did something I said I would never do. I bought an "inside" dog. I have never owned an animal that I had to share "living space" with. But, as a gift to my youngest daughter, we got a Chihuahua. Yes, I said a 1lb. "Taco Bell" Chihuahua. I am amazed at how quickly this little dog has etched his own place in all our hearts. In so much that he has become the third part of my, "Honey I'm home" routine. I kiss my wife, greet the kids, and, now, ask "Where's Fer-Ja. (His nickname). See there, He even has a nickname. (so as not to get it confused with his "legal" name....I guess). Why should I care where he is or how his day has been. He's just a dog for goodness sake! This hyper-attachment has been so evident that I had to take some time to consider; "Why such a difference?" I have concluded that the "active ingredient" concerning our increased affection is due to the fact that Ferocio is an INSIDE dog. I have long been convinced that relationships take on a whole new dynamic when we invite those people into our homes. I guess I never thought it would apply to the animal kingdom, but evidently it does. Senor Ferocio Jaspero ( I know, I know) has been a fresh reminder that our homes can be an accelerator for almost any kind of relationship. Since home is where the heart is. Those invited into our home share a special place in our heart.
