Puppy Love.

"Happiness is a warm puppy."
-Charles M. Schulz

Some days.  Some days you drive me absolutely crazy.  Not the good kind of crazy, if you know what I mean.  You eat my shoes.  You hide my shoes.  And, you eat my Reese's (on multiple occasions).  You pee under the dining room table and you like to take a poo on the pretty rug.  On really special days you like to eat the garbage and take sips from the toilet.  You try and try and try to pull my purse from the couch until you finally succeed (you little rascal).  You are the most dramatic ball of fluff, the most (you haven't seen separation anxiety until you've met Ziggy Marley).  You bark at everything, everything (leave the lizards alone, goodness).  You scratch my legs until I look at you and start to woof until I pick you up.  You love bananas and hate rice (weirdo).  Your name should have been Chaos.  It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?  Then amidst the barking, the puking, the peeing, the pooing you look at me with those big dark eyes.  You love me (it's fine, I love you too).  You need me.  My little canine bebe.  As always, my heart turns to gush (even if you drool on my keyboard).  I hope to have you around for quite some time.  My human babies are going to need you.

xoxo