Hello to Gabby’s friends and family and whoever else! Welcome to Dog With a Blog (possibly) Episode 1.
Kida here. I’m an Australian Shepard Poodle mix, lovingly referred to as an Aussiedoodle, and I have been stressed TF out.
Since the day I leapt out of a van from South Carolina and literally into my dad’s arms, I have called Gabby and Zach my parents. When the little guy came along, things changed a lot and I voluntarily took on the job as sole guardian of the house. (You’re welcome, family!) This meant that I had to leave my quiet days behind and take on the tiring, hard work that is barking at every noise I hear outside of the house. Sure, a pile of laundry baskets can fall and scare everyone in the room and I won’t even blink an eye, but the neighbors better not push the button that locks their car down the street or I will bark as hard as I can.
In the last year or so, I definitely sensed a tension rising. I couldn’t quite name it (and I still can’t because I can’t speak), but I think I get it— because I have the same struggle: anxiety. My anxiety stems from people and dogs I do not yet know. Once I do know them, I feel a lot better. I love people and other dogs! But I am also afraid of them... (Isn’t that how it always goes?… Is that just me or…)
It seems like my parents also have this issue. Anxiety. My mom even has medication for it. Anxiety. They also have appointments for it? Anxiety. I have calming treats, but I’m not sure if they actually work…They taste good, though… Anxiety.
But today we’re talking about something I don’t think I would know what to do with even if I truly had it:
Freedom.
I am a household dog. It’s kinda insane that my cute, 45-lb non-human booty is cuddled in bed with two humans every night. (Fine. They will also cuddle with their son…) But here I am, possibly having the power to overtake them and leave, but I won’t because I love them and they love me. What would be out in the world for me? Seriously, I’m asking. I don’t even know.
But I’ve seen scary things before. Roads, cars, (Oakley told me about fire. Do NOT like the sound of that…) and even maybe humans that are bad, which is a huge anxiety to me…Even though I literally have not met a bad human… but I am SURE they are out there!
The main point is… True freedom isn’t always found out the front door (or the back one, which dad’s friend always enters through when we invite him over. What’s so special about him? Everyone laughs and claps when he arrives…Anyways). True freedom is found with who is trying to calm down your anxiety as people enter and exit through the front door. I’m not home if I am home alone.
the end.
Is that how she ends things here?
oh, and my mom made me a playlist that is actually my anxiety medication.