Oh Clark. I knew I would love you as soon as you rounded the corner when we first met. We introduced ourselves. You didn’t want me to talk to your roommate. I tried to assure you that I could work for both of you. You seemed to accept that.
Today, as I put the key in the door I thought, I hope you’re okay with me coming into your house without your person. You were. You were right at the door and ready to say hello. That sweet face, so many kisses and wiggly tail.
Next time I’ll remember to go right from the front door to the back yard. Some people may not get this but for me it was just about one of the sweetest things that could have happened. Here’s the back ground – when I was little we had a Yellow Lab. I was dressed up for a friend’s birthday party. Dress and patent leather shoes (the only pair I ever had). I was playing with Moses (our Lab) He got so excited that he peed on me. On my shoes. I’m sure I changed and went to the party but what I remember is Moses peeing on my shoes. And I remember it with absolute joy. An affirmation that I was his. Fast forward to today – I let myself in, put down my stuff and got down on the floor to really say hello. We got up to go outside and that’s when I realized you had peed on my jeans. I was back on the floor in Colorado, in my party dress and patent leather shoes. You had tagged me. I was yours. Turns out you weren’t just warm because it was warm outside 😉 Conveniently I was finishing up another sitting job so I had clothes in my car. Changed pants and we sat outside. I tossed the ball, you ran to it but didn’t bring it back. I retrieved it. Tossed it again and repeat. We walked around. I sat on the steps. We wrestled, you ran, you ran into my forehead (got a nice little bump on my brow 🙂 and then we just sat. Sat as close as possible. You put a paw over my leg, your head against my chest and neck. Kisses kisses kisses.
I am yours and you are mine. I am in love. Sometimes it takes several jobs (like a warm up period), sometimes it just happens and other times it hits you like a 60 pound Pit/Basset mix. I don’t care how it happens. Each time it’s like magic.
Thank You!