It's been a while, but I got a dog in May. She's (maybe?) a year and a half and is a ball of anxiety. I'm also a ball of anxiety. But I'm also in recovery from two eating disorders in high school and a relapse in college. When I get really focused or stressed, I don't really eat - part of it is the stress being like "You don't need that right now" and the other part is just a "You can eat when you've got this figured out, focus until you're through" - not healthy in any way, I know. But, my dog, my sweet sweet dog. She has now decided that if I don't eat, she doesn't eat. She will literally stand by her bowl and stare at me if I have food. And then when I take a bite, she takes a bite. She eats half of her breakfast when I eat my breakfast, and then she finishes the rest at lunch with me while I eat.
I truly don't know what I did to get so lucky to have this silly little three-footed dog as an accountability buddy and a recovery partner.
dogs are the fucking best.
