I have been holding onto this writing topic for a while now because I love it. I love it because I happen to live with the girl who has never wagged. She is almost nine years old, fully covered in black and tan hair, and one of my best friends. Her name is Nala and I love her almost as much as I love her flaccid tail.
When Kaiser was a few months old, I begged and pleaded with Hugo to get another dog. After hours of online sleuthing, I found a local Rottweiler breeder with pups that were ready. I hopped in my trusty Jeep and drove two hours east to my pup pick-up destination. Upon my arrival, I told the breeder that I was interested in the largest female that they had. He fished through the pen of puppies and out came Nala.
In hindsight, the breeder was fairly irresponsible because he sold me Nala when she was only a month old. I set her on the front passenger seat of my car, with my sweatshirt as a makeshift bed, and she curled into a ball, sleeping the entire trek back. When I lifted her out of the Jeep to go inside, I noticed she peed a little while she slept. A quick welcome bath, followed by lots of hugs, and we were finally home.
Nala, who was named after Simba’s female friend in the Lion King, has been an incredible addition to our family since the day she got here. She is fiercely loyal and protective of me, always treating me as her true mother. I really feel that this is due to the fact that I have been mothering her since she was a little bigger than my hand. Nala is also silly and playful while being cranky and outspoken. She grunts and growls almost hourly, expressing herself through her voice but never with her tail. While most dogs wag theirs in happiness, Nala’s tail has never wagged. She shakes her butt from side to side, as if she wants to wag, but the tail appears to just not work. I always hypothesize about why it doesn’t wag and my best guess is that it was possibly broken when she was a puppy, before she joined our family. It doesn’t matter though because Nala expresses herself with her voice and through her eyes. I can read that dog’s emotion right from her sweet face. As I type this right now, she is staring at me from underneath the buffet table she has claimed as her den over the past several years.
The love that we have for dogs can easily supersede the love that we have for a lot of humans. Or maybe that is just me. As a side note, I tried taking a sweet little picture of Nala to post here but she sassily refused to look at me. I am thankful to be blessed with the girl who never wagged and we wouldn’t want her any other way.