Okay, so this is Uples or Ooples or… I don’t freaking know how to spell his name. He is my platonic life partner/BFF’s very special dog. For some reason, my BFF has never told Tumblr the story of her evil dog, which is a crying shame because I’m pretty sure that tumblr as a medium is designed for sad dog stories.
So a long time ago, in 2015, some kid in my BFF’s town got his girlfriend a dog for Valentine’s Day and they named him Cupid. Well, shockingly, getting a teenaged girl responsibility for a romantic holiday is just not going to work out, and eventually the relationship ended and Cupid was given to my BFF’s across the street neighbor.
Now the neighbor is an okay sort, but the neighbor has a husband and a kid and chronic unemployment, so the dog is slightly neglected, gets fat, and he gets an infection on his skin and in his ears, and at one point he stops breathing.
Well my BFF’s mom is the local crazy cat lady and neighbor hasn’t got the resources for a vet visit, so naturally they take the poor thing across the street. Enter my BFF: she sits up all night with this dog, who has a collapsing trachea, is obese, cannot walk because of a subluxating kneecap, and generally is just not doing well.
The dog lives. BFF gives this dog oodles of attention, officially embraces the fact that this overweight ugly little vicious monster of a dog (he hates me, okay, I’m a little resentful) will never be a Cupid and shortens it up to Ooples or Uples or however she spells it, and gives him baths to clear up the skin issues and helps him exercise even though his poor leg hurts. She lets him sleep in her bed even though he hates her other dog (Dolce, the Pom I used to post pics of before he moved back home with the BFF) and basically she gives this dog a new lease on life.
This dog is now in love with her: he thinks she hung the sun, the moon, and the stars just for his pleasure. He follows her everywhere, is viciously defensive of her, snapping and barking at people who move in for hugs without warning, etc.
And look at how happy and healthy he is! If I didn’t hate the little bastard I think I’d be in love with him because he takes dog-loyalty to an exciting new level and I’ve got to respect that in a tiny, no-longer-obese, ugly little chihuahua mix.