The first step is admitting you have a problem
It's not uncommon for me to refer to my daily events as things "we" did. This causes some confusion with others in my story telling. I have been asked on many occassions who "we" includes. My answer is most always the same: "Oh, that's me and Bracco."
I adopted him a mere 5 months ago and we're attached at the hip. He has playdates with other dogs. He has trashed my car with his long hair and muddy feet. All windows are covered in prints from his big crayon nose. He is hazardous to my driving when he barks at elk and tries to attack (yep, you heard me) EVERY car that passes in the opposite direction (this actually makes me laugh so hard I cry).
Many people my age have spouses and kids or highly demanding careers to occupy their thoughts. I have my boy, Bracco.
I spoil him rotten.
Now that I think about it, I doubt I will ever find a guy who goes to the lengths B does to "save" me from chipmunks (and squirrels and horses and foxes and deer) or have a child that will eat a bumble bee in defense of my honor.
I like to think that he is happy with me. He had kids with his other family and I bet he misses playing with them. In my personification of him though, he's happier overall on the hiking trails and road trips with me.
Boy, do I EVER love my happy, floppy, hairy, protective mutt!
Can you blame me??
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Love the post! I feel the same way about Thor. My Mom sometimes tells me on the phone, "You do realize he's a dog and not a child, right?" I spend more money on him (toys, pedicures, obedience class, treats, etc) than I do me by a long shot!
What a cutie! I was never a cat person but that changed quickly when we rescued a little orphan from the middle of traffic on Foster Avenue. I wish we could take her for car rides and hikes!
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