Sometimes I feel like Sherman doesn’t get enough blog time.
Sherman is Sherman.
He’s my constant.
He’s the one thing in my life that is consistent.
He’s the normal in my crazy life.
He doesn’t have many health issues and he’s always there.
He always sleeps right outside my bedroom door and he’s always the first to greet me with a wagging tail, a sloppy kiss and happy belly rub.
Every single day.
The other night I was playing pool with my husband and Sherman came down and laid against the wall in the pool room. When my game was over I went and sat on the couch and Sherman was next to me. After a little bit I moved over to the bar stool and Sherman once again, was right under my feet.
He’s the loyalest dog that I’ve ever had.
Sometimes I overlook the fact that Sherman is my constant and that he’s always by my side no matter what, but lately I’ve been trying to pay more attention.
I feel like I know of so many people who have lost their Newfie this past year. I don’t know if it’s because I know more people with Newfies due to social media or if it’s because there was just a HUGE loss this year in our community.
Whether they were unexpected losses, losses due to illness or old age, they all seemed sudden to me and each one affected me. The loss of a Newfie is profound. I’m not sure if it’s more profound than losing another type of dog but for me, it’s unexplainable.
Every loss that I read about this past year broke my heart but it also taught me to pay more attention, take more pictures, give more belly rubs and to steal all the kisses that I can.
It’s so easy for us in our busy lives to step over or walk by our dogs without stopping for a few seconds, a few minutes or even a few hours to say hello. I know I’m guilty of it and since I don’t know how much time I have left with my boys I’m going to do better.
This weekend I spent a good part of my Sunday taking pictures of Sherman which isn’t always easy because Sherman isn’t fond of the camera but on this day he was working it, or maybe, he just doesn’t care anymore. Either way I got some good pictures of his handsome self and I caught myself admiring his beauty in between shots.
He has a dry nose, a little mass on his toe, arthritis in his hind end, he breathes heavy at times, he has some grey on his muzzle, he takes a lot of naps and he’s moving quite a bit slower than he ever has but medically, he’s good, he’s happy I think and he’s oh so handsome.
All that is good. My constant remains steady.