Today is my Pup’s 4th birthday, and while I don’t post about her very much, she’s still Hubby & I’s first “baby”.
Granted, she’s the only one who still pees on the bed when she’s angry at us. &The only one who still puts EVERYTHING, including plastic & dirty leaves, in her mouth. &The only one who scratches up the floor when we have guests over & she’s locked up in the room to keep from knocking over everyone with her loving hugs & way too many kisses.
But still, our fur baby.
The one who is always good for a snuggle, who will kiss your tears whether they’re happy or sad. Who will try to lick your open wounds, which is gross but is actually proven to help them heal faster & is mostly just a nice gesture. Who will stare at a plate of food for over an hour without moving, willing it to move & drop a tiny morsel of goodness. Who won’t sleep without a cuddle buddy- whether it’s a giant stuffed animal or, usually, one of us. Who has always come running when Shane cries, and pouted for an entire day the one time that she was the accidental cause for his tears. The one who I can trust to play with my rowdy two year old, and the only one I know who can match his energy. Who is so filled with love that her 55 pound body can’t contain it all &she shares it with everyone she sees.
Happy Birthday, Bella Notte!