I tried incredibly hard not to. I knew I didn’t have the space, the time, or the energy he deserved from me but it happened anyway.
I’ve fallen head over heels for this incredible critter.
His perfect face, those icy blue/brown eyes, and his whacky spirit have me wrapped around his giant paws. He’s gotten so big over the last couple of months and despite my hesitations regarding taking care of living things, I am so absolutely enamored. He makes me want to buy a home and give him the kind of life he deserves full of love, care, and all of the dog parks his heart can handle. I had forgotten how mushy I can be since I haven’t had a reason to be mushy in quite a while but he’s melted me down to a puddle.
All I want to do is play with him, train him, and get home as quickly as possible so I have more time with him. I didn’t think I was lonely and I didn’t think I needed companionship, I was perfectly happy on my own – or so I believed. He’s made me realize how much I crave caring for everyone in my life and he brings so much joy to my spirit. He makes me laugh, he frustrates the crud out of me, and I wouldn’t trade even a split second of a moment with him for anything in the world. Each time he’s not around I miss his howls and genuinely miss him.
Now I want a home full of pups, children (jury’s still out on that one), and someone to share it all with. My therapist would be proud to see that one.
Dogs truly are (wo)man’s best friend.