My dog, Spike, had a twitter account. He was is in love with a Toy
Poodle named Missy. I tried to tell him that, as a long-coated
Chihuahua, chances of him formulating a relationship with Missy (that
happens to be a top show dog) are slim to none. I tried to break it to
him gently, so I wouldn't hurt his little feelings, however, he ignored
me.
He was sure that once she saw his picture that he would get a shot at
her. So, he pined away - tweeting at her, re-tweeting her tweets, and
stayed in desperate hope that perhaps she would see him one day.
Granted, Spike is a wonderful little dog; extraordinary to ME, however quite
*ordinary* in the dog world. He will never be a show dog, he has his
faults that judges can't overlook, but he is sweet and kind, and eager
to be the best companion to me possible.
I tried to explain to him that those dogs in the show world are truly
great dogs, but they have their own circle of friends that they are
comfortable with, and a rather "ordinary" little dog isn't who Missy
would socialize with, but she will give him a bark-out as a thank you
for re-tweeting one of her tweets, or making a funny remark that makes
her bark out loud (BOL in Doggie world).
He was following her every move on Facebook. He was quite consumed with
who she "friends". One time he was so distressed over a top winning Pug
named Tom, and I could always see when Tom and Missy would have
exchanged friendly banter. Spike would get so depressed.
I'm sure you can understand the shock and horror that struck Spike when
he read on Missy's Facebook page something that dashed his little hopes
for now. He was completely taken off guard by the announcement that
Missy was in a Relationship with Prince, another top winning Toy Poodle,
and they were expecting a litter soon. Spike couldn't eat for three
days after seeing that. Where did Prince come from? He thought his
biggest competition was the Pug, Tom.
Spike finally got off the computer for a few days, but the uncertainty
drew him back. And, sadly, before I knew it, he was on that computer
again for hours - checking Missy's contacts, wondering who they were,
fretting over her soon to be born litter, getting upset over new friends
of hers (he couldn't believe that she would be-friend a German Shepard -
and so what if this GSD was the top winning German Shepard of all
time).
Finally, I had to take some action. My loving little Spike was a shadow
of the dog that he used to be. He wasn't eating, and I had noticed that
there were Old Milwaukee cans around (Which, after all, is a beer fit
for a dog). No wonder Spike was sleeping so much when he wasn't on the
computer! He'd lost interest in walks, going camping, even visiting the
old goats next door held no enthusiasm for him.
Time for an intervention!
Desperate times called for desperate actions. I gave away his MacDog
computer. I took away his iPaw and deleted all of his downloads of
Missy. Missy was a fantasy that was no longer just "cute". She was
disruptive and interfering with Spike's life. He was delusional in his
thinking that he could be more than just casual anipals with her. The
shock of having Missy extracted from his life was a tough week. We got
through it without too much incident.
I feel that he still fantasizes a lot about his "brush with fame" and he
has February 14 & 15th circled on his calendar (The Westminster Dog Show)
and I will let him watch it. His social networks have been canceled,
though, because it was feeding a fantasy in him that I knew wasn't
healthy. It's one thing to be a fan, it's quite another to be obsessed
and believe that more can spring forth.
I'm loving my "ordinary" doggie now that he's back to being Spike. It was a tough lesson for us both.
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I'm available for your relationship questions today, and will provide you with the answers you need!
Sending you angels,
Jane