Despite my best efforts to "give" him to the paramedic, regift him to my parents or trade him for a passport eating, jumps so high she licks my sunglasses puppy... it seems he and I are stuck with each other.
As I tried to have a relaxing bubble bath yesterday but was thwarted from all the canine whining and crying on the other side of the door, it dawned on me that despite everything I love him. Who else in our lives loves us so much that our being on the other side of a closed door is so traumatic that it elicits tears of sadness? Who else will continue to love us despite being called "retard" or worse? Who else will cuddle with us when we are sad despite being routinely told to "take a hike" or shoved away with expletives? Who else will lick our smelly feet and gaze upon us adoringly?In a world where our friends can punish us for speaking the truth and drop us at the drop of a hat, how can I not be thankful to have the unconditional love of my canine Mama's boy?
So today, even though as I write this I can hear him from drinking out of the toilet before heading upstairs to lie on my freshly laundered bed, I am thankful for my Mama's boy dog.
And, as an aside, I am also grateful that the paramedic continues to retrieve the dog when he makes his grand getaways... and I am also thankful that I have someone in my life who is so incredibly special that my canine Mama's boy now cries when he lives for work... in the afternoon... the mornings are too early for the dog to apparently care.
