They tried to warn me, those naysayers and nonbelievers. It will be hard work, they said. You’ll be up all night with the crying, I heard.
I’d fought it for years, but I was ready.
Now? I heard. Your kids are so big, and you’re doing this now?
Can’t explain it. I was ready.
It will tie you down, some argued. You love to travel.
Didn’t care. I was ready.
I gathered my research, read the books, did the preparation, bought the supplies, and made the plan.
I was ready.
And on the day he came home, I was really, really ready.
I was prepared with the small bowls and the soft food. There were itty-bitty snacks and soft blankets, and toys.
Pee-pee pads, two crates, three beds, seven different chewy bones, a dog car-seat, and one two-and-a-half pound Maltese puppy.
Coach the Dog was a late-but-great addition to our family. Small in stature, but big in personality, he offers kisses to all who will accept (and serious make-out sessions with some lucky winners). This fluffy little puffball has taken over our home and schedule. But we were ready.
We were all ready to bring the puppy home. I was not prepared to meet my Best Dog Friend.
My Best Dog Friend came into the house in my arms on August 29th, and hasn’t left my side. The pitter-patter of his four small paws follows me everywhere. From the stove to the refrigerator. From the couch to the bedroom. From the bed to the bathroom and back to the bed. If I am working, he sleeps under my desk. If I get up, he gets up. My Best Dog Friend likes to sit on my vanity while I dry my hair. And he likes me to dry his already-dry fur. (High maintenance.)
My Best Dog Friend protects me from things I cannot see, and from my husband whenever he tries to put his arm around me.
My Best Dog Friend warns me of possible intruders, or maybe just leaves on the porch.
My Best Dog Friend shares my food with himself.
My Best Dog Friend cries when I leave and falls all over himself with joy--literally--when I come home...from getting the mail.
When Adam is traveling, My Best Dog Friends sleeps on the bed and makes us both happy. (Oh, I mean he’s totally crate-trained.)
My Best Dog Friend keeps me company when my kids (“your kids are so big!”) are gone all day.
I was ready to bring a puppy into the house. I was unprepared to fall in love.
I’ve never had a Best Dog Friend. I was ready.
