I never really understood the term ‘velcro dog’ until I got Melvin. I went from having space to having none. Sure, there are moments when he is a couple of feet away, but he is always, no matter what, 100% always in the same room as I am.
If I’m at the sink, he’s laying behind my feet. If I’m in the office, he’s laying under the desk. If I’m in the pantry, he is (watch out) right behind me, blocking my exit. I realized the other day, the most spoken phrase in this house is: Watch out buddy.
Saying the words rarely has the effect I hope for. I fall over, stumble, step on, run into, drop things onto and hurdle over Melvin, 100 times a day. He will walk in front of me and stop and look back to make sure I am following him and I will fall over him. He thinks its fun. He often does this going down steps, it’s a miracle I’m still alive.
Some days it drives me nuts. How can he not realize that walking through him is not an option? But then I realize, those moments, are the ones I’ll miss when he’s gone (and I’ll be so grateful for all the times I got to trip over him). If Melvin’s biggest crime is wanting to be near me, well hot damn, I’ve won the jackpot!
Jake is different. He will come over and lean into me for a little while but then he’d prefer a blanket, the fireplace or Melvin over me. Except for one thing, Jake needs to be able to see me. He will regularly come check to make sure I’m still ‘there’. If I’m in the laundry room, he will walk up to the doorway, ascertain I’m still there and then go back and lay down. He’ll repeat this every five minutes until I move rooms. When, I’m in the shower, Jake drives by the doorway 3-4 times. Normally it’d be creepy, but it’s just Jake, making sure he has not been abandoned. I get it. Sometimes I’ll shout out ‘I’m still here’ just to help him out. I try to do what I can.