It's official. I am in love. I have been swept off my feet by a 62 pound chocolate hunk of love. The following is the beginnings of our special love....
Friend: you really need a dog. Let's just look.
Me: yeah,I'm not getting a dog right now,too much going on...but fine I will look. Oh and I'm not getting a dog. Well not unless he is perfect. Like the DJ Jazzy Jeff to my Fresh Prince, the Tubbs to my Crockett...kapish?
Friend: yeah that's not going to happen but you still need a dog. Trust me.
Enter "Otis" (his shelter name)...who walks in with charming confidence and plops himself on my lap, buries his head in my lap, and declares me his. The bun to his burger, the hand to his glove, the Bert to his Ernie...you get the idea. So after sleeping on it, we made it official on Sunday. And now we are spooning while he farts it up. True love, it couldn't be anything else.
Hey I know dog ownership is not world peace or even inner peace for that matter. I hope I can be all he deserves and that he will be healthy and happy. Free to fart in peace. I don't know who gave him up. I can't even imagine it, but whatever the circumstances I am grateful to be his new lady.
No comments:
Post a Comment