Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I can not quite put it into words, and Hubby thinks maybe Dex is just finally growing into his own. But over the summer, something has definitely changed with him, and the way I relate to him. There is no doubt in my mind this dog loves me, and shows me genuine affection. Each morning, when I tell him good morning, and before feeding him breakfast, I pick him up and he throws one doggie paw on each shoulder, and covers my face in kisses. It is his good morning ritual.
I keep saying I want another doggie, and I really do, but even if we were to get another, Dex will always be my baby. My heart nearly bursts with love for him each time he lumbers into the room and wags his tale.
I wish I could fully express how much this dog means to me. Do all dog moms feel this way? Between Hubby and Dexter, how could I ever possibly have a bad day?