My boy. My sweet, crazy boy. Seriously, Andy gets me through a great deal. He is so funny and sweet–he is truly the love of my life. I often credit him with why it was meant for me to relocate back to Louisville. If I had not moved here, I would have never had the chance to meet him and I worry about where he would have ended up.
My boy is a bit of a challenge around men and other animals, but we have come a looooong way. It gets to the point now that I can not hear the word Andy without getting all gooey, which is not a good thing when you are in work meetings. The CEO where I work now knows I go to a happy place whenever he says Andy and as a result–I am likely not listening anymore…oops.
As I mentioned, Andy started out as a foster and after a year of potential folks deciding to not adopt him because of the way he reacts to men and other animals…I adopted him. I have learned so much about him and myself which I did not expect.
For example, I have always knew I did not want children due to the fact, I thought I would be a terrible mom. I am impatient which makes me a terrible nurturer and honestly I don’t like being bothered all the time…I don’t have time for that. However, since I have had Andy, I realized my concern was not that I am terrible at nurturing but I am a Woody Allen type worrier. My kid would have to live in a bubble! I will always consider the worst case scenario. In short, Andy has changed my mind on that–given the appropriate time of course.
More importantly I have learned about Andy. Andy’s aggression is because of two things: fear and not understanding how to react. Andy is brave, the only thing that truly scares him are people. To me that says a lot. He is unshaken by fireworks, thunder, and the vacuum. But if a man reaches down to touch him, he loses it. He does this with some women too but usually when he feels vulnerable. We have gotten to a point where he will tolerate a male if the male is sitting and allows Andy to come to him. The man must not initiate contact and if he has food that helps too 🙂 I have also Andy learned is not the best running partner. He sniffs every blade of grass and lifts his leg to “pee” way too much and most of the time he is not even peeing. Also, Andy has the habit of stopping at not the greatest times and sits, lays, or roll around in the grass (you know I have photos).
Thanks for letting me share on Andy…I will do my best to keep you posted on our adventures together.