The Rooms are always messy

Lila is an Alaskan malamute, I saw her at a shelter on one of my trips to Boulder Colorado, she came from an abused Breeding home in Montana.

The rehabilitation started with Lila when she was only 8 months old.

She was frail, weak and underweight, so she was not sold in a puppy pet store.

I was not planning on getting a puppy, since having an unconventional relationship with my landlord, but the moment I saw her, I fell in love with her gray piercing eyes and she's got a smile always even if she's in pain.

Living with her is so much work, malamutes are very hard to train.

I left her one time in my room, and she howled all day, I had to get off early from work, so I could entertain her and walk her. If she couldn't go outside, then she would pee all over my bed.

If there was rain, or snow outside she will not do her business, and I was left watching her dump in newspapers and bring the big bag of dog poop at the back of the building into a garbage bin, of course it is marked as animal waste so just to be clear.

Ever since she arrived, my neighbors are always complaining of the scratching and growling or intense running from my room, and from my 26 shoes collection, it has now been reduced to 16 pairs, the good ones I lock in the closet, and some are so teared up, I had to dispose of them. She loves to bite and chew, that's one of her quirks. She sometimes look like she's genuinely sorry, she lies on her back or she let's me rub her ears and belly, she was telling me it was a compromise.

Whenever I have company, she would often, growl at them, especially if it is a Man guest. She hates boys. I was always wondering if she can tell the good guys from the bad ones. She always tore their socks if she happens to find it on the floor, along with shirts and pants of a guy I slept the night with.

She protects me like a Mother, she doesn't want to see me hurt. She usually gives her paws to me, and sit with me by the window, "thinking another one left me all alone, so I'll always be here for you", all the men who has walked in and out of my life for the past 4 years, since I had Lila, were not "the One" I guess. And she knew it.

Now being back at my Parents house, Lila will always be Lila.

She will always make sure the rooms in the house are always messy.

My Mom, would like her to be on a leash, she says dogs are savages, she said Lila ate her Christmas ham. I couldn't believe it, because we were both vegetarians. But one night I smelled something weird and foul under my bed. I searched for where the smell is coming from, and there in my Prada bag, she dragged it under and used the bag to stash the ham. Only small pieces were left. But my Bag is ruined, I had to get them fixed at the repair shop.

Meanwhile my Daddy loves Lila, he gives her sausages under the dinner table, and she loves it, and loves my Dad, they sometimes sleep together on the couch, when my Mom is mad at them both.

I love my Lila, simple and complicated as that.