This is Myah. You may remember her from The HIKE. She's like the cutest thing in the history of cuteness. She's my little brother Dee's dog. She seriously is the smartest thing and just makes me smile every time I see her. She is a pit-bull/boxer... but mostly boxer, we think, because she is the most friendly thing you ever did meet. I struggle to say world's best dog, because I grew up with the world's first best dog, Reggie... but Myah comes in right next to Reggie on the "Best" scale. You sure picked a GOOOD one Dee!
I used to babysit her when she was little. Best little car partner ever. I am seriously obsessed with her.
If this isn't true love, I don't know what is.
And then she got a little bit bigger and needed her growing up pictures. Luckily, Dee's roommate Spencer Marcum is a photographer... so she pretty much had her modeling all set up for her.
Best dog EVER.
Here eyebrows always say it all. So expressive.
Oh and I forgot to say that she's a GREAT help around the house. Cleaning out my brother's nasty fridge from the move (everything tipped), was a whole lot easier with the help of my little pal.
A couple of weeks ago, I got to babysit my little sisters while my parents lived the dream with some couples from the ward, up at Island Park. I absolutely loved it. If my sisters weren't the best princesses ever, it might not have been so delightful... but since they are, then it rocked. One fun part about babysitting, was trying to take care of Myah too. Dee was in the middle of moving or something, so we got the sweetie at my parent's house. She's still learning potty training stuff so that came with its difficulties but, ya gotta love her. She is stinkin' spoiled and gets to sleep in beds... this is one of my favorite moments with her... If this is offensive to any of you... please close your eyes. Myah said I could post it.
Well, this happy dog story has a twist. One that really breaks my heart. We still have Myah... but she's a little ... different now. The day after I left from babysitting, Myah was out on her chain in the backyard. She can run forever on that thing, so she has a pretty sweet set up. She's really tricky sometimes and she found out how to loosen her collar. Well, to make a long story short, she got off her lease and got hit by a car.
It crunched her back, right leg. Broke all the bones. Shattered her hip. Ripped her leg open. All the breaks were across growth plates, and with Myah only being 5 months old, there was a decision to make. Here's a few pictures (really small for those that are queasy about this stuff)
Poor thing. We were all heart broken. We love her so much. Dee decided that he needed her. He is now the loving momma of a sweet little tripod. It's been a weird, tough adjustment. We keep all thinking that it's time for it to grow back. We are proud of her, she is doing pretty much everything she used to and adjusting really well.
Sometimes, you can't even tell it's gone.
There may be one little perk to this new look. Sitting in her favorite spot just got a whole lot easier. She found a perfect balance.
She's still adorable isn't she? Oh and so is Dee. Duh.
Well, She's been adjusting INCREDIBLY and she is still the most perfect dog. She is such a champ. She still rough-houses, jumps (kinda a skeewompush, jerky jump off one leg- but nonetheless a jump), does all her tricks, plays fetch... She's the best. Sometimes she falls over cuz she doesn't balance out her weight shifting while spazzing out, but she just hops right back up and gets down to business. Although sometimes we wonder if part of her reasoning was taken out with her leg because this CAN'T be normal... But maybe it's comfy.
One good/sad thing: my mom always takes Myah on walks and hikes with her, and she's a champ (both momma and Myah). We took her on a walk the other day and every time a car passed, she would bolt into the yard we were next to and try to hide. We'd huddle around her to block her from the car and she would just be shaking and whimpering. I can't imagine having flashbacks of almost dying every time a car passes. But as sad as this reaction is, we were happy that she will be safe now. Definitely learned that one the hard way.
We got to babysit her the other day and we didn't want granma to know... Our upstairs neighbor, whom we share a door with. So Aust distracted granma into the garage while I rushed her through the front door. Then all Myah wanted to do was get out of this place. I was so confused cuz she's normally so easy... then I remembered that she is incredible at telling us when she has to go potty. So I lifted up the toilet seat... jokin. We had to get her out somehow... and didn't want to re-distract granma right after our first decoy... she'd be onto us. So I opened the basement window, removed the screen, and both Myah and I escaped through the window well. We were livin the fugitive dream. And granma would be proud cuz Myah didn't make ANY messes. So proud of her.
As crazy as this sounds, Myah has taught me a lot about resilience. We all go through hard things in life. We are all hurting at some point. Our future and our happiness depend primarily on how we face our trials. I feel completely privileged to have watched Myah recover from this experience. She is bake to her old self. 6 months old and never happier. She is always the life of the party and she makes you feel soooo good about yourself every time she sees you (runs over to you, tail wagging so hard it's hard to keep her balance). If I could be that same way in the face of my trials, I would have it made. Never letting the hardship of my circumstances show through my actions. Thriving in the face of adversity, instead of letting it paralyze my progression. Always letting people know they are the important aspect of life, not my trials. This outward focus could make such a difference in our lives.
So I guess what I'm saying, is that I want to be more like my little brother's dog. Don't we all have that same goal in life :)