My former husband and I rescued Bobby when he was a year old and his master turned him over to a rescue operation. He was this little adorable bundle of fur with such a sweet personality. (He did not know he was a Pekinese, yet). At a year old his eyes had not been taken care of, and he was blind in one and the other had an ulcer on it.
We got two dogs at the time, Bobby and a little Shih Tzu named Courtney, so the dogs would have each other when we were out and about. Bobby became my husband’s dog and Courtney became mine. They had been “foster” buddies at the same house.
Bobby Socks was very much my husband’s dog because my husband spoiled him horribly. He was so spoiled after a year that he found his inner Pekinese. He hated me. I think it was because he was a one person dog and he felt I was competition for his master’s affection. I was bitten by his razor sharp teeth many times when I disciplined him. I even had to go to the doctor for an infected dog bite and take a shot and pills for a while. I had to move him off the bed at night when he was standing over me one morning, at my throat, with his teeth barred.
Well, long story short, a divorce happened and both dogs came to me for care. Courtney was wonderful and her brother was a “sh*t.” He took a very long time to accept that I was master of most things. He still was a Pekinese and thought he was King. We have struggled along for years and he has finally accepted that I am the person who feeds, walks, and takes care of him. Over the years he has become affectionate with me, occasionally walking over to lick me or wagging his tail when I pet him. When Courtney died he became a sweet little dog who missed her terribly.
He has travelled with me, learning that it is not scary to ride in a car, and now, he doesn’t scream like a banshee the whole time. He even likes to go to the vet or groomer.
Now he is getting pretty old and cranky. He does not want to walk where I do – he plops his butt down and will let the collar choke him rather than go with me. He rarely sits with me, although he is close by in the same room. However, when company comes, he wags his tail, licks their toes or rubs his face on their shoes, sits by them and glares at me. One day, when the door was open to my apartment while I spoke to someone, he walked out and started heading to a neighbor’s apartment, a man coincidentally. He did come back at my insistence, but he grumbled the whole time and was quite reluctant.
He has changed – I think he has fallen out of “like” with me. Just this morning, as most past mornings, he refused to come to the bed, as he used to do, and let me pet him when I wake up. This has been going on for a while, now. I think he wants a divorce. Oh, no- another man gone.