He’s only a dog.
He farts, he whines.
He’s the clumsiest thing on four feet I’ve ever seen.
Instead of walking, he hops along.
He howls at the door when left alone completely ignoring the big beef bone.
He’s a garbage digger, bed hogger and mating magnet.
He dislikes elderly men. So GILFS won’t become a thing. Such a shame when they’re totally my game.
He guards his house and welcomes us home.
He’s a hoarder of stuffed toys and a lover of walks.
He’s a little shy and deviously sly.
He’s stubborn when scared and requires your care.
As gentle as can be, intelligent and sweet.
He protects me in my time of need. Soothing nightmares, and helping me breath.
Whenever I come home he gives his love, and brings nothing but joy into my heart. He lets me cuddle when I need a moment, or kisses me when I cry. He takes up my entire bed but I will always lay at his side.
He’ll never truly know the depths of my love, or that he heals the broken pieces inside of me.
So yes, he’s just a dog.
Who’s my friend but, most of all my family.
Happy birthday, Damon
06 / 11 / 12