March 16, 2011
Warning: If you dislike dogs, or family pets in general, stop reading now. You might barf. I’m going there. I’m writing about my dogs. And here’s the first barfalicious moment. I shudder to call them dogs. Boys, Babies: those are the names they get most often! It’s painfully obvious now that I don’t have human children. These two boys are my babies for now, and I’d like to think they’ll always be. Dogs have such an innocent childlike demeanor, even as they grow up. They’re over-the-moon excited to see me when I get home. Not even the love of my life, Hubby dear, gets that excited to see me! They lead simple lives, living for fetch with a tennis ball, a belly rub, or a neighborhood walk. And although sometimes they’re a pain in the butt, like whenever Cody gets left alone and eats everything and anything in sight or climbs on top of us instead of barking to go outside, they bring Jeremy and I such enjoyment. (Puking yet?) We literally stop what we’re doing sometimes to look at them sleeping on their backs, spread eagle, or playing together outside. We’re proud parents. J
Cody and Riley are lucky boys. They are brothers from the same litter, so they’ve never spent a day alone. They have a large fenced in yard to play in, plenty of treats, especially when they show off their fabulous tricks, and more kisses from “Mom” than her own husband gets! I have to think that Wednesdays are one of their favorite days. It’s Jeremy’s day off and the boys get to tag along with everything he’s up to that day. Today, they came along to drop me off at school, took a midmorning snooze with Jeremy, came along for the ride when Jeremy came to get me for lunch, spent the afternoon in our yard on a beautiful day while Jeremy put up another fencepost, came along again when Jeremy picked me up from school, and snuggled with me on the couch while Jeremy fixed dinner. (Ok this last sentence makes ME sound like the lucky one!)
I’m so happy that we’ve made these two dogs incredibly spoiled because they’re happy and don’t know any better. It’s heartbreaking to hear about some of the horrific animal abuse that occurs. My two babies are perfect “children” for us right now and I’m so excited our children will grow up with dogs.
And now, Cody, who is panting ever-so-heavily in my face, front paws up on the couch and happy eyes STARING at me, needs to go outside. He’s been waiting so patiently for me to finish this, and little does he know, his normally annoying habit is now extremely precious and endearing. *AWW!!*
PRECIOUS!
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