A Little Stinker

A dog is not a baby. It feels odd to compare a child, a being that could eventually grow up and cure cancer, to a dog, a being that will remain a perpetual dependent. Yet, my dogs are my babies and they have taught me so much about myself, my willingness to change, my ability to love, my temper, my need to explore, my need to be a home-body, and my love for my fiance. The four of us are a family.  Decisions are made in consideration of all. Of course, we humans may splurge sometimes on our freedom and independence, but we always return home and strive to be ever more diligent puppy-parents. My fiance and I moved in together and got Buster. He changed our blissful dynamic but challenged it to be stronger.  Then came Bella. She challenged me far more than Buster or David. Potty training was a nightmare and I was not in a place to be patient. But, my fiance was. Watching his compassion, love, and understanding when I could not meet that challenge made me see a part of him that was so beautiful and sexy.  I love him more because of Buster and Bella. The dogs are loving too.  Regardless of my mood, a quick scratch behind their ears, and I am filled with endorphins. These two little souls, so unassuming, so patient, so playful, and so kind have helped my Fiance and I become stronger, more loving people.  Thank you my little stinkers!

The Puppy-Man

The Puppy-Girl