It was just another day at work. The crowds were coming in by the bus loads. I was tired and stressed out. My mom had a hysterectomy because she had uterine cancer, and the job was getting quite stressful. It was almost closing time; I couldn’t wait, I was counting down the minutes.

I began to hear familiar voices as they walked into the building, so I turned around. It was my husband and three kids. My daughter was holding this huge thing that looked like a mass of black fur. I could not imagine what it was. As she got closer, I realized it was a big, fat puppy!

I could not believe it! I had mentioned once or twice that I wanted a dog, but I was talking about a small one. A little thirty pound dog, one that I could throw in the closet, if my land lord came by. A small pup I could carry under my arm in the pet store.

I asked my husband which breed of dog he was. He looked at me with such happiness and said,” He is an Australian Shepard mix.” My god, I almost fainted. He told me the dog should only weigh approximately forty five pounds as an adult. ( Yea right! Two years later, he weighs eighty five pounds!)

I wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. He was so cute and fluffy. I instantly fell in love with him. I was not allowed to have animals of any kind in my apartment, so I was quite concerned.

He grew pretty quickly, and it was hard to conceal him. My land lord did eventually find out. It was a miracle. She said as long as I keep everything clean, I could keep him. I was so relieved, and in love. Everything this dog does puts a smile on my face. The rest of the family is crazy about him as well.

We like to watch him wag his tail back and forth. It’s so funny how he shifts his nose to the side when he’s smelling the air. We absolutely think, it’s the most adorable thing, when he sleeps holding his baby doll. He brings out the love we have for him, and for each other everyday.

I can truly say, I know what they mean when they say; dog is mans’ best friend. He is always around me. When I get home from work, he is there waiting for me at the top of the stairs. If I don’t feel good, he lays down next to me.

I find myself acting silly or talking to him in my own made up language. Sometimes if he does something really cute, I become filled with such an overwhelming amount of uncontrollable energy. When this happens, I must release some of the voltage that runs through my body, so I go around the house yodeling this weird sound that could be mistaken for a prehistoric bonding call. My family is now use to it, but in the beginning, they were not sure if I needed the men in the white coats!

My dog talks to me too. I do not have one way conversations. He puts his head forward, shows the tips of his teeth as if to smile, and makes these noises. He does not bark, it’s almost like a base rumble. I wonder sometimes if he thinks I am totally out of my mind.

Call me nuts if you will. He has made such a difference in my life. I want to thank God for the opportunity to have such a beautiful animal by my side.

If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!