I love my dog.
Like seriously...love my dog.
She's my fur baby (which is further proof that she's mine...because we're both hairy! ha!) There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her...and sometimes I go a little over the top. But in my defense...I don't have children, I don't have a significant other, so she just so happens to be the object of my affection. And she deserves it. She survived 7 years of abuse before our paths ever crossed, and helps me conquer PTSD on a daily basis.
She's awesome....my little 12-year-old DOGter, Janie...J-Bombs...ganoosh.
If you know her, chances are you love her too.
There are so many things I'm thankful for when it comes to "J"...but I've narrowed it down to one for the purpose of this post :P
It was recently brought to my attention (by a visitor that will remain un-named), that it's weird to have dog stairs to your bed. Ha! Can you believe it? Ok...maybe it is a little weird...but it's not that weird. Afterall, there's a company that makes doggy stairs (and different models of said stairs no less), so I can't be the only person in the U-S-of-A that has a set. I'm not really all that wild about the steps, but what they give me.
A snuggle buddy.
My dog is 12. To my knowledge, she hasn't medaled in the high jump or long jump in the doggy Olympics, and I doubt she would either, because, let's be honest, as a cocker spaniel, her legs are about as long as her mama's (proportionally speaking of course), so it's not like she'd be able to get onto the bed any other way. Is this weird that I'm defending my dog's status as a permanent bed mate? Ha.
Well, I don't care...because I love it. Because right now, my sweet little fur baby has her head on my knee, and she's looking up at me with those big brown eyes. She'll stay in bed with me til she thinks I'm asleep (it's actually kind of cute), then she'll sew her wild oats throughout the house, and come back into bed when I wake up. She'll always be curled up into my knee-pit, and I think it's the cutest thing ever. Who doesn't love a readily accesible cuddle buddy?
My days with her are numbered. I know that. She knows that. Her vets know that. She's in the beginning stages of heart failure, she has chronic ear, eye and skin issues, and she's going deaf (I've only now just admitted that to the world, so go easy on me). My little baby is slipping through my fingers, and I cherish all the seconds I have left in this world with her.
So, yes...I have a set of doggy stairs at the foot of my bed.
And a doggy that loves them.
And a mama that loves them more.
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