Sitting here with my coffee in one hand and the mouse in the other,I feel warmth next to my foot and look down and see the big black body of my dog sitting as close as can be.Sometimes he gets right under the desk. If i go downstairs to get more coffee, he will follow me, lie down and when i go back up to my desk, he will patiently get up and follow me back up. This goes on all day. If I let him out, he's back in, in minutes; he doesn't let me out of his sight. Now this is unconditional love. He doesn't care that I haven't showered and that i'm still in my robe, hair not combed. He doesn't even care if I rant and rave and scream and yell, as long as he gets a walk and fed - hey life is good.
1 year ago