Boy Meets Girl

When Will and I became serious (ya know, when we actually realized we had been together longer than a year, questioned why, then decided the answer wasn't important because we were having too much fun), I noticed something strange. He would start saying really odd things when referring to Nanook like, "I'm taking my dog outside," or "My dog is so cute." This went on for quite some time, until the let-it-go part of me couldn't actually let it go any longer.

On a normal day, after Will said something like, "You're the best dog I've ever had" to Nanook, I lost my shit.

In a very loud, almost screaming tone, I proclaimed, "Let's get one thing straight. Nanook is mine. Not yours mine. So, if we break up, he's coming with me, because he's mine. Not yours."

Startled, he muttered, "O.K.," then continued petting Nanook.

This is where Lola comes in. Shortly after this proclamation, Will moved to Savannah (probably to get away from my hormones), and decided to get a dog of his own. His. Not mine. So, we went to a friend's house who's dog had recently gave birth, and picked out an adorable six month old puppy we ... errr... he decided to name Lola. Will picked her because she was the only pup in the litter who didn't nip at our feet. She seemed calm. So, we decided to take her home to Nanook.


We found out very quickly that Lola does not have a calm, lazy nature like Nanook. In fact, she's exactly the opposite. She's a hyper, ear-nipping, bitchy, punching, adorably annoying dog. Yet, that works for Nanook. In the early days, she'd wake up, go to the bed that Nanook shoved his body under, and yank the hell out of his tail until he moseyed out from under the bed and played with her. She'd bite his jowels when she was bored, pull on his neck when she needed company, and tug on his ears when she wanted a buddy. Every single time, he'd give in, like a nerdy boy who was getting attention from a hot blonde.

The same is still true today. Lola can say "Porsche" and Nanook would give up all his dog food until she got it. The only thing he won't give her is his squeaky balls. It's kinda like asking a nerd to play with his Star Trek figurines. It's not gonna happen. But the two are inseparable. Even at the dog park, with twenty other dogs to play with, they stick together. It's a little sickening, but hey ... it's love.