Crazy Dog Lady

I am crazy dog lady.

Yes, today a stranger called me crazy for talking to my dog. I wasn't bothering anyone, I swear. He sneezed; I blessed him. How is that crazy?

Okay, maybe it is a little strange to people who might not have pets. Or to people who have children and pets, because these people tend to forget that their pets were once their children.
Or maybe I am crazy dog lady because I actually tried to explain myself to this stranger who insulted me. I am sure that he thinks I am REALLY crazy dog lady now after my feeble attempt to elaborate on the reasons why I have conversations with Sebastian.

Huh. Well, sometimes it is really lonely here and I talk to Sebastian because of that.

Actually, that isn't true.

Lonely or not, I always talk to him. He is my loyal friend, a listener without verbal comment. He understands, people. He does. I can see you judegmentally shaking your head and agreeing with the stranger on the street. My dog is my child. He's smart. He's here when you aren't. He loves me without stipulations and without expecting anything more than some pats on the head, a few belly rubs, and random long walks. He doesn't care what I look like, what I say or how I say it. I don't have to wait for him to return phone calls, emails or make plans weeks in advance because of busy schedules. He's adaptable and sweet. He knows my moods sometimes before I do. And, I know if the weather is changing for the worse because of his actions. We have communication, my dog and I. That isn't crazy. It's called connection. Love. Friendship without expectations.

Maybe I am not crazy dog lady after all.

Or if I am, then so be it. I wouldn't give him up for anything in this world.