I love everything about her.
I love her scrawny, wiggly little body.
I love the way she sighs when she’s frustrated.
I love the way she stands at the top of our bed at nighttime, waiting for us to lift up the sheets so she can dive underneath.
I love her for teaching me to appreciate the little things in life more often.
I love that simply saying the word “walk” brings the most intense joy to her face.
I love that she smiles.
I love how cuddling her makes all of my worries and sadness fade away.
I love that she actually knows how to hug.
I love watching her relationship with Ryan.
I love how she can barely contain her excitement when I walk through the door… even if I’ve only been gone for five minutes.
I love how she gets “huffy” and pseudo-barks when she sees something that upsets her.
I love her nibble kisses.
I love how she immediately acts like she’s dying if you start babying her because you think she hurt herself.
I love that there is not an evil bone in her body… unless a stick is involved.
I love that she made it nearly impossible for me and Ryan to take a quality engagement photo of ourselves with the self timer in our backyard.
I love that she has no concept of personal space.
I love that whenever Ryan and I talk about getting rid of some of Sadie’s toys we never do because she honestly plays with all of them.
I love when her jowls get caught in her teeth.
I love that her yawns are the most dramatic thing in the entire world.
I love that she can look like an old man one second…
And an adorable little puppy the next…
I love that she loves peanut butter just as much as I do.
And I even love her ass grass.
Questions of the Morning
- What do you love most about your pet?
- No pet? What is one thing you love about animals?