Life as a real estate broker can be very demanding and stressful, so it is a wonderful thing to have a constant in your life on which you can rely. For me, my miniature poodle, Awgy, has been a constant source of comfort for nearly 13 years. We got Awgy on my 46th birthday, exactly 40 years after getting my first dog ever, Beauty. My family got her after years of listening to me beg for a dog. But, back to Awgy. He came from a private home where he lived a pretty sheltered existence with his mother, siblings, one standard poodle and, of course, some humans.
At the time we got him my partner and I lived in a densely populated area of Chicago, where, I swear, the population of dogs seemed almost equal to that of people. I had taken a week off work to help in housebreaking him. That week was actually spent nursing him back to health and constantly fearing he would die. He must have contracted a virus from some dog or dogs in the neighborhood which caused him to vomit and have diarrhea whenever he woke up. Eventually he recovered, but I think the virus left him with a lingering bladder infection which caused him to leak. He took nine months to totally housebreak. In addition we had a Portuguese Water Dog, Emmie, who was dog aggressive. We had to keep them separate until she warmed up to him at which time she decided she was his mom.

After the initial bad start, Awgy has had a pretty good life. When we were both working, he we had a dog walker who took him and Emmie out during the day. In the evening, they would get another long walk. Emmie is gone now, but Awgy is still enjoying life. He goes everywhere with us, from visiting relatives, to trips around the Midwest and even to Florida.


In return, Awgy provides the unconditional love that only a dog can. If you have ever been around poodles, you know that they have an incredible sense of playfulness. They are among the most social able of all breeds. It is great to have him around and learn from him as he enjoys the simple things in life, like a walk in the park, running or playing with a ball. Lastly, although he doesn't like to be left alone, he doesn't get angry. He always greets me with a wagging tail when I come home at the end of the day. Those of us who have dogs realize how much they add to our lives, so this is in appreciation of Awgy and all the pets that enrich our hectic lives.
On a related note, my mom got a small dog, Fifi, a Papillon, after her being without a dog for a few months following the death of her 12 year old sheltie. You can read that story on a past blog post. I want to thank Fifi for making my Mom's life much happier. Sometimes a pet, even at 5 pounds, can be a lifesaver. 
Happy Birthday Awgy!