As much as I like to think that I understand my dogs, I have to admit that sometimes their strange motivations leave me scratching my head. Most of the time, I feel like I at least understand why they do what they do, even if it makes no sense to me. I just chalk it up to the fact that perhaps the universe wants to leave some mysteries for us to wonder about.
It’s no secret that Bunny likes to be upstairs in the attic studio if I’m up there. Another thing that is well known is that Bunny does not like to be hot. On New Year’s Day when we go hiking to the frozen waterfalls, she is in Heaven while the rest of us are shivering. The warmer months are tougher for her, though.
This is why it surprises me that she likes to go upstairs so much. Even with the window unit air conditioner, it’s often pretty warm up there, unless we’re freezing our tails off in the winter months. Bunny would rather be up there, panting and clearly too warm, than be downstairs in the much cooler air. If I open the door to go up there, she is up like quicksilver and she will knock me down on the stairs if need be to get to the top.
As a matter of fact, a couple of times recently, we’ve done a search of the house to find her and discovered her up there on her own. She can be like a little ninja when it comes to getting up there and you don’t even hear her on the stairs if she doesn’t want you to. Most of the time, if I don’t appear up there quickly, she will come downstairs, but she lets it be known that she is put out by my tardiness.
It’s a humbling feeling to realize that she would rather be up there, uncomfortable and too warm, waiting for our special time together, than downstairs in comfort. It’s hard to articulate exactly, but I often don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve such devotion from her. I’m not perfect by any means, but she overlooks it all. Maybe it’s because the other dogs in our life usually show a preference for my husband and she reserves her affection mostly for me, but I find my heart still growing softer for her every day. After all this time, it’s hard to believe that it’s still possible.
I sometimes think about the twists and turns of fate that lead us to be together, and I realize just how lucky I’ve been. It’s not to say that if I’d chosen another dog that we might not have had a wonderful journey through life together, but it’s hard to conceive of a world where we hadn’t spent time together. Bunny may have strange motivations when it comes to where to hang out, but I’m glad she wants to be there with me. As Bunny enters her senior years, I’m becoming more and more aware of what a wonderful gift of time we’ve had. I wish that everyone could be as lucky as we are.