The love of an animal is something I never realized. Growing up we always had dogs. I can't remember a time in my life without a dog actually. Having dogs in my adult life is different though.
I grew up on tons of acreage way out in the country. Imagine the country, then multiply that by 100 and you've got a good picture of where I grew up. Our dogs always stayed outside. They roamed around hundreds of acres out in the country, never were walked on a leash, and were never fenced in. And they were definitely never allowed inside.
When it got cold we would put a heat lamp out in their doghouse for them. My Mom would fill their little house with tons of blankets. They would run around like the cold weather didn't phase them at all.
It wasn't until I had Wrigley and Bailey that I really discovered the meaning of "a man's best friend."
Chris sent me this picture the other day while I was at work (Chris was on night shift so he was home during the day).
It literally broke my heart. My girl loves me. I know she is only a dog, but her and Wrigley are literally our world. Until human children enter the picture, Chris and I would do anything for those two mutts.
The way Wrigley follows me around and the way Bailey gives me the stink eye in the morning are things that will never get old. They each have such huge, yet different, personalities and I can't imagine our life without them.
I know this is such a random sappy post, but my lovely husband said last night, "Isn't it going to be sad when they aren't around anymore?" Hello Debbie Downer, welcome to the party! I instantly teared up and got really sad. It didn't take long for Wrigs and Bays to lighten the mood with their random silliness. They are the best of friends.
So, there ya have it. One sappy post from a puppy parent. And yes, I know they aren't puppies, but they will always be puppies to us.
Thanks for playing along with this random little post.
I hope you have a wonderful Tuesday, and Wrigley does, too!