Thursday, August 11, 2011

Dog People

I like routine- routine that isn't challenged by a furry critter that sheds hair everywhere, poops on the ground, throws up from eating crap they found outside, and spends money at the vet like it's Fashion Island.

I am now dog people by marriage. I claim to hate them at times...they can cost a ton (Belle- emergency bladder stone surgery $2000+)....and they are a complete pain in the...tail...but they are family, and we love them.

Jack and Belle are with us for life...not until they ruin a pair of my favorite shoes (who am I kidding- my stay at home mom shoes are limited to tennis shoes, flip flops and Uggs). They are with us 'til death do us part- not until I get tired of walking them or Michael gets tired of buying them special Dog Food. They are family. We love them- and I dare say they love us even more than that. Sometimes they are the only smiling face greeting us at the door. Every single time- even if we haven't walked them in weeks.

When I was practically passed out on the floor with dehydration after Parker was born, Belle wouldn't leave my side. She laid on the floor right next to me.

When I cry, she comes to me and she licks my face and wags her tail and won't leave me alone until I am so annoyed that I am....laughing.

Belle finds Greyson when he is hiding in his shell and she won't let him be alone. She won't let him not interact with her. She will lick him and snuggle him and nudge him until his face comes alive and he is back. It is beautiful.

Trust Dog People. They are loving...they are flexible. They know how to roll with the punches.

"A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, big or small, young or old. He doesn't care if you're not smart, not popular, not a good joke-teller, not the best athlete, nor the best-looking person. To your dog, you are the greatest, the smartest, the nicest human being who was ever born..." -Marly & Me

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