“I Want to Be With My Dog 24/7 and Honestly, I’m Not Sorry” (A Love Letter to Bleu and All the Other Emotionally Supportive Furballs Out There)

Let’s just say it out loud: I don’t want to go out. I don’t want to go to brunch. I don’t want to go to your cousin’s hen do. I don’t want to attend your gender reveal party (especially not if it involves fireworks). I don’t want to be in a room full of strangers talking about their new kitchens or car insurance quotes.

I want to be at home. With my dog. Her name is Bleu. She’s a chilled-out, independent, emotionally unavailable fluff deity in the form of a Chow Chow and yes, I am obsessed with her.

I don’t care if it sounds clingy. I don’t care if it makes me weird. I just want to be with my dog. All. The. Time.

And I know I’m not the only one.

The Need to Get Home ASAP

I could be anywhere - the post office, the gym, a wedding, even a supermarket aisle weighing up the merits of tinned mackerel and the same thought will hit me like a freight train:

“I need to get back to my dog.”

It’s not even logical half the time. She’s fine. She’s comfortable. She has snacks, water, her favourite cool corner of the house, and the emotional range of a monk. But still… the pull is magnetic.

My mind plays a little reel of Bleu waiting by the door, sad-eyed, wondering if I’ve perished under a falling pallet of beans at Waitrose. Spoiler: this isn’t what actually happens.

What does happen? Well, nothing. Bleu is relaxed. Calm. Almost suspiciously so.

Sometimes we come back from a 1-hour outing, dramatically throwing open the door like we’ve escaped a war zone, calling out “Bleu! We’re home!” only to find her still lying on the cold kitchen slabs like a queen who has never known abandonment. She doesn’t rush to greet us. She doesn’t leap for joy. She knows we’ll come to her. And she’s right. We always do.

Because while she looks chill on the outside, we know she’s quietly pleased we’re back. Her eyes squint slightly. Her tail wags slowly. She might even roll onto her side if she’s feeling generous.

That, for a Chow Chow, is an emotional explosion.

Dogs Before People. Every Time

We’ve been invited to a wedding this week. The kind with petals in glasses and £16 cocktails and a group WhatsApp full of people sending pictures of their outfits a week early.

Do you know what our first thought was?

“But what about Bleu?”

She’s got pet sitting arranged, obviously — the best care money can buy (and probably better than what we’d arrange for ourselves). But the truth is, we don’t really want to go. Because what’s a celebration if our best girl isn’t there? She won’t be clinking prosecco glasses or stealing canapés, and so… what’s the point?

Social events without our dog feel like dry toast. Necessary, maybe. But ultimately unfulfilling.

Because we don’t enjoy socialising the way other people do. Our ideal night out is… not out at all. It’s a blanket, a good book, and Bleu snoring on our feet like a fluffy radiator with a superiority complex. That’s our kind of party.

Our Perfect Day (Spoiler: It’s Not Networking)

People ask us all the time, “What would your perfect day look like?”

They expect something profound. Maybe a trip to the coast. A spa. A nice hotel.

No. Our perfect day is this:

Bleu in the garden, flopped across the slabs like a sun-kissed lioness. Us sitting nearby with a book, ideally something depressing and literary to balance out the joy. Birds chirping. Cup of tea going cold because we’re too mesmerised by the way her paw pads twitch in her sleep.

Maybe she gets up halfway through to go investigate a leaf. Maybe she dramatically flops back down in a cooler spot like she’s been burdened by life. Maybe we sneak her a bit of banana even though she acts like it’s poison unless it’s mashed and served on a plate with a sprig of mint.

That’s happiness. That’s heaven. That’s a five-star day.

Bleu, sunbathing like she owns the garden. Which… let’s be honest, she does!

Bleu’s Skincare Routine (Better Than Ours, Let’s Be Honest)

Bleu’s chill attitude may suggest she doesn’t need much. But don’t be fooled, behind that unbothered exterior is a girl with standards. She doesn’t tolerate itchy ears, mucky paws, or dodgy hotspots.

Now, touch wood, we’ve never had an ear mite issue. Not once. Not even a hint of that gross coffee-ground gunk. We’re not saying she’s better than your dog, but…

Okay, we are saying that.

But she has had the odd hotspot flare-up. Especially during warmer months when moisture gets trapped in that thick mane of hers. It’s like a rainforest in there. And if you’re not careful… bam, irritation city.

That’s why we’ve never strayed from what works. Cosmo Canker Powder. Our very own formula. Iodoform. Boric acid. Zinc oxide. Talc. No burning. No drama. Just a soothing dusting of magic.

We don’t use anything else. Not on Bleu. Not on any dog we love. And we proudly offer it to other dog owners because we know how hard it is to find something that actually works without causing a meltdown or a vet bill the size of a mortgage deposit.

Other brands might crumble. Might clump. Might sting. Ours doesn’t. Ours just works. Because Bleu deserves the best… and so does your dog.

I Plan My Life Around My Dog (No Regrets)

Appointments? Booked around Bleu’s schedule.

Work trips? Cut short because “something came up,” aka I missed my fluff nugget.

Social events? Only if they end before 8pm and are within a 5-mile radius of Bleu.

I’ve skipped things other people dream of. Fancy dinners, boat parties, all-expenses-paid weekends just because I didn’t want to leave my dog. People think that’s sad. I think being away from your best friend while pretending to care about Sharon’s new kitchen tiles is what’s actually sad.

The Emotional Attachment Is Real (And Valid)

Bleu is more than a pet. She’s a constant. A comfort. A fluff-filled therapist who listens without interrupting and doesn’t make me say, “Let’s unpack that.”

After the chaos of human relationships, Bleu is peace.

No lies. No drama. No van loans or shady messages from “just a mate.”

Just a chilled, self-assured dog who expects love and gives it, on her own terms, obviously.

When We Leave (Even for an Hour)

Sometimes we wonder if she even notices we’re gone.

We’ll sneak out, trying not to jangle keys or rustle coats, and come back expecting to be greeted like returning war heroes. Instead, we find her… exactly where we left her.

Does she care?

Yes. She just doesn’t feel the need to perform. She knows we’re coming back. She doesn’t question it. Her confidence in our loyalty is humbling.

But sometimes, just sometimes, when we come back, she gets up and does a little stretch. Or walks into the room with a squinty-eyed look of sleepy satisfaction. And that’s when we know, she missed us. In her own cool-girl way.

Dog Obsession Isn’t a Problem. It’s a Lifestyle

There are people who get it. And people who don’t.

We’re not here to convince anyone. If you think loving your dog more than most people is weird, that’s your problem.

Bleu has never ghosted us. She’s never used us for money. She’s never judged us for crying at sad dog videos or eating rice with cheese for dinner. She’s just… there. Existing. Comforting. Majestic.

So yes, we’ll continue to rush home after every errand. We’ll continue to cancel plans. We’ll continue to whisper “I love you” while she chews a stick and ignores us.

Because she’s not just a dog.

She’s our dog.

In Conclusion: I’m Not Sorry

I love my dog more than I love most people. I don’t like being away from her. I don’t enjoy socialising without her. And I will always leave early, cancel late, and turn down opportunities if it means being with her.

My phone background is Bleu. My to-do list is Bleu. My most-used word on WhatsApp is “Bleu.”

So no! It’s not weird that I want to be with my dog all the time.

What’s weird is pretending brunch with Karen from HR is better than a nap with your dog.

Bleu is my constant. My heart with fur. My reason to come home. My reason to stay home.

And honestly? That’s the kind of love most people only dream of.

Chow Chow face says, “You may approach… if you bring snacks.”

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