Meow, an American woman, has captured the attention of many with her unique lifestyle – one that involves fully identifying as a dog. Recently, she appeared on KIIS FM’s The Kyle & Jackie O Show, where she shared fascinating details about her everyday life as a canine.
During her interview, Meow introduced listeners to her unconventional world. She described how she sleeps in a crate, indulges in dog treats as rewards, and relies on her ‘handlers’ to meet her needs. Meow, who is also a popular social media star and livestreams on Twitch, proudly identifies as a Dalmatian and truly embraces her canine nature by sometimes barking and running on all fours.
For Meow, sleeping in a crate instead of a bed provides her with a sense of safety and comfort. Her crate is adorned with pastel blankets and pillows, creating a cozy environment that helps her feel secure throughout the night.
When it comes to her identity as a dog, Meow considers herself a ‘dog girl’ and has always been intrigued by the wonder and playfulness associated with being a canine. She yearns to maintain that enchantment with life, even as an adult.
When asked about her relationships, Meow explained that she doesn’t have a boyfriend but has dedicated ‘handlers’ who fulfill similar roles. These handlers, whom she considers friends, assist her with various tasks, such as going on walks and practicing training exercises. While their relationship is non-sexual, they share common interests and support each other’s unique lifestyles.
In terms of food, Meow enjoys a diverse range of treats, including shredded chicken, jerky, and even dog biscuits. Although she occasionally consumes dog food, she prefers to add other ingredients, such as bone broth, to enhance the flavor.
Despite the unconventional nature of her lifestyle, Meow feels more connected to her primal instincts, believing that it makes her more human. She confidently focuses on living out her dog identity and pays little attention to the opinions of others. Her online presence on Instagram, where she goes by the username meowdalyn, offers a glimpse into her extraordinary life and has amassed a following of over 11,000 followers.
Four Years after My Husband Went Missing, a Dog Brought Me the Jacket He Was Wearing on the Day He Disappeared
Maggie had finally accepted that her husband had vanished on a solo trip four years prior. Maggie felt a surge of hope as their ancient family dog unexpectedly appeared, holding her husband’s faded jacket in its mouth. She followed the dog into the forest, motivated by something beyond reason, and discovered a truth beyond her wildest dreams.
I recall the day Jason departed like it was yesterday. He’d been fighting a bad attitude for months, yet this morning he appeared almost calm. He informed me he wanted a day alone in the mountains with Scout, our beloved black Labrador. Our children, too young to understand, were content simply watching their father scratch Scout’s ears, his first smile in weeks breaking across his face.
“Are you sure you don’t want company?” I inquired as I carried our toddler son, Benny, while our four-year-old daughter, Emily, squeezed my leg.
But he never returned.
The hunt began as soon as he failed to return that night. Friends, neighbors, and search teams explored the forest, shouting out his name, their voices echoing in the vast woods. Weeks passed, and everyone began to look at me with a horrible combination of sympathy and helplessness. After months, they proclaimed him legally de:ad, which I had no choice but to accept, though I was never completely at peace with it.
Life continued on. Jason’s hiking boots remained by the door, and his coffee mug, which had a chip on the rim, was never moved. When the kids asked about him, I’d tell them stories and do my best to keep his memory alive.
Then, on a calm Saturday, as I lay on a blanket watching the kids play in the backyard, I observed movement in the bushes. It was a thin, scruffy dog with a matted and muddy coat. At first, I did not recognize him. But then my heart skipped a beat. It was Scout. After all these years, here he stood, old and fragile but unmistakable.
“Scout?” I whispered, and as if in response, he took a step closer, a familiar green jacket dangling from his mouth—Jason’s favorite hiking jacket. I barely had time to process before Scout turned and started trotting toward the trees. Driven by a mix of hope and fear, I told the kids to stay put and followed.
Through the winding paths, over damp leaves and under low-hanging branches, Scout kept leading me deeper into the forest. And just as the sun began to dip below the trees, we came upon a small, weathered cabin nestled into the woods, almost camouflaged against the thick trunks and greenery.
Inside, moving around as if he’d never left, was Jason.
His hair was long and knotted, with a scruffy beard covering his face, and he appeared to be at ease in his alone. But he wasn’t alone—a woman stood alongside him, close and comfortable, as if they had a life together. My pulse hammered as I grasped the scope of Jason’s secret life.
I pushed open the door, and the creak startled both of them. Jason’s eyes widened, his face a mixture of amazement and acceptance.
“Maggie…” he murmured, his voice too calm and nonchalant.
“Jason,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I looked to the woman next to him, then back at him. “What is this?” I asked, unable to believe what I was seeing.
His response dashed any hope I had left: “I found something real here, something I couldn’t have back there.” He looked to the woman next him and said, “Sarah and I have built a simple, meaningful life.”
His words felt prepared and hollow. Every reason he offered only fueled my sense of betrayal. I’d been grieving him for years, raising our children alone, convinced that he was no longer with us. And now, here he was, rationalizing a full abandonment that had ruined the life we had created.
Without saying another word, I turned and walked away. The guy I had loved, the father of my children, was a ghost I no longer recognized.
The next morning, I sat across from a lawyer, feeling stronger than I had ever been. “I want a divorce,” I replied, “and I want support for our children.”
That day, I let go of the life I’d been holding onto. I realized that Jason had chosen one route, but I had to construct my own, one based on love, honesty, and stability. I would shield my children from a world full with false promises, and I would never look back.
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