Love Part 11: My Puppers

Hello World,

I love my puppers! I love my dog, I love my dog, I love, my, dog. I would just like to point out my awesome photography skills (pats self on back).

I got my dog in March of 2014, she will be 6 in March. I needed her, and when I say I needed her, I mean I needed her. A lot was going on in my personal life. My parents were separated, I was a junior in high school, and I was lost. I was in a deep depression, I missed school, skipped class, and I didn't care.  I went to Everything Pet's with my sister Godmother and I saw this adorable black and white poodle. Once we made eye contact it was over.

I ran home and told my mom all about this magical dog, and once I was able to win my mom and sister over that was it. She has been in my life through the good and the bad. It sounds stupid but she's been loyal, she loves me unconditionally and is my shadow. I love her so much. I didn't know it was possible to love a non-human as much as I do.

I am grateful for my dog for several reasons. When I am depressed and can't get out of bed I need to because she is counting on me to take her for a walk. When I don't feel like getting dressed I have to be because she's counting on me to take her for a walk. That is my motivation. Someone is counting on me. And I won't lie there are days when I won't walk her and just let her outside to use the bathroom. There are days when I forget to feed her (I live at home, my mom feeds her if I forget). There are days when I am slacking but she still loves me anyway.

Another day as an adult (who loves her dog).....damn, Tasha