Good morning, world. It's Monday in LA and I'm a bit homesick. Missing my boys at home, and looking forward to this shoot going well and heading home to them. I am excited about shooting this week though, will be fun...
But I'm bummed I'm not home today because today is the day that David and I brought home our sweet baby Khan man- it was on Halloween and we were nervous as hell- never had a dog growing up and neither did David. I begged him for years to get a dog, bombarding him with IMs of little guys I wantted. Finally, we decided to go to the Humane Society and check out the pups- and in one of the little rooms was a gaggle of small guys, but we spotted little Khan right away and asked to see him. The volunteer was about to scoop him up and bring him out, but he beat her to it and jumped in her arms, sort of knowing he was the chosen one. In reality, I wanted to take them all, but we both loved the look of Khan- he was scruffy and punky and had a little tooth snarl that we loved, with a big beard.
He came to us right away, with no hesitation or fear. A dear friend of mine told me that when looking to adopt a dog, make sure they let you rub their belly or roll over onto their back- it shows they are more submissive and not aggressive. Khan basically surrendered and had his rubbing his belly for a good half hour, and he took to both of us right away.
We decided he was the one- in no small part because of his amazing little sweetness, but also because the in house vet had written "SWEETHEART" all over his intake form and history. He had been rescued from animal services, which is still hard for me to talk about. We decided to go home and prepare the house, and agreed to pick him up in the morning, which we did. Oh and his name is a sort of "meant to be" as well- he was named by the gothy vet tech for the architect Louis Kahn, the Jewish architect from Philadelphia (random for sure, but how perfect is that since I am from Philly and also an MOT?) We changed his name to Khan though, switched around the letters to read more plunderer than intellectual. Which is funny because he is way more the latter.
And it was rough going at first, though we quickly knew he had been housebroken, which was beyond a gift since we lived on the 3rd floor of an apartment building. The poor thing got sick when we first got him, probably nervous as hell and his tummy got messed up- he was in the hospital for a few days and we were heartbroken, though now you would never know as he eats everything in sight and meal time is pretty much what he lives for. My aunt jokes that he has the demeanor of a Princeton professor, and should wear a tweed blazer with patches and carry an old valise. His daycare girls think he would be the type to watch Star Trek with his pals, his bestie being Howie the pug. Regardless, he is more intellect than athlete (thank the Lord for us). He also has a crush on a girl called Cocobella.
I just wanted to say that I can now see why people write books about dogs, spoil them rotten, and generally treat them like children. My dog has made our lives so much better- he is so loving and sweet and there is nothing I like more than waking up and seeing his sweet little face. I love the way he stares at me with more love than I could ever imagine. I love buying him treats, making him dance, and putting my nose against his. He is the coolest guy ever and the perfect little man for us- he's super chill in demeanor and beyond affectionate. He likes chicks better than dudes, but will warm up quickly to men once he knows them. He loves when we have people over, and enjoys family time. He's a sprinter and I love to let him off leash and run up and down our hallways at top speed- it's hilarious. He's just so precious and amazing and I miss him so much- happy anniversary/birthday/blessing to my sweet little man- what a difference a dog makes.
I am honestly tearful as I write this- when he went in the hospital when we first got him, I almost couldn't process the way that made me feel- it was not a familiar emotion as I have never had children, but guarantee it was pretty damn close. And it did take a minute to get used to a small lilttle wookie covered in fur was in our house, but we learned about being dog owners and the bottom line is this- the dog is nothing but love, and I am so thrilled that he is ours- happy day to my sweet Khanny- I can't imagine life without you...love you so. Cause that's what's up this Khanoween ever in the city of angels. I know an angel, ps. He's covered in fur and has lit up my life. I love you, little guy, and can't wait to see you. You really have changed our lives and we love you beyond belief. XO
