There are so many important people in my life, but the most important heartbeats wake up with me every morning.
There is Steve...the guy that makes my heart smile and my stomach feel like there are butterflies in it every single day. So much more to be said...I will have to spread it out over time, but here is a little insight into my Mr. Perfect. An Irish-Italian comedian at home and a computer guy by day. He is sweet and generous, smart and protective, caring and so much fun to hang out with. All of which makes up for all the WWII stuff he loves to collect.
Meet Rita...she is a 5-year-old blond cocker spaniel. Twenty pounds of licks and love. She was rescued from an abusive home and never looked back. Steve adopted her about 2 years ago. She barks and goes pee in the house, just because she can. She loves to cuddle and walk around most of the time with a tennis ball in her tiny mouth. She loves tennis balls so much that Steve decided he would order a couple hundred...enough to fill the tub...and put Rita right in the middle. We now have more tennis balls than any sane person would have, Wimbledon champion or not. She has this little nub of a tail which goes a mile-a-minute. She wears a little, red, hooded sweatshirt because I cut all her hair off at the Do-It-Yourself doggie groomer. Sometimes I giggle in sweetness when I see Steve carrying her around in his arms...a 6-foot-tall guy loving on this cute, little, blond thing-of-a-pup...with a red sweatshirt on. I don't think she could be loved more.
Moose is, well, a Moose. He was so small when I brought him home...7 pounds. One round ball of fuzz. He got the nick-name 'Nugget' and stole my heart. He celebrated his first birthday this October in style. He is now 90 pounds of pure wiggle, love and laughs, which landed him the nick-name 'Mr. Mans'. He is a full-bred Chocolate English Labrador. He grunts, as if to speak, when he wants something or when someone is looking at him. He usually has a tennis ball or toy in his mouth. He wears Doggles when he travels in the car so he can hang his head waaaay out the window and not get bugs in his eyes while his ears go flopping and his jowls look like he's blowing a raspberry on a glass window. Whatever name I am calling him, he makes me laugh and smile and giggle every single day...even when I'm just plain pissed at the world.
Miss Morgan. World's Most Perfect Dog. She is technically Moose's aunt...his father's sister. So she is, of course, a chocolate lab. She is 7 years-old and pretty much perfect in every way and every sense of the word. She is alpha in our little pack of paws. Quiet and peaceful...she eats before the other pups, takes the toys when she wants them and does not feel the need to participate in the shenanigans of sibling rivalry that Rita and Moose do 23 hours a day. She curls up on the couch or the man chair by the fireplace and sleeps during the day. She doesn't pull on her leash. She is amazing with children of all ages, even when they are putting yogurt covered fingers near her eye balls and sitting on her back. She jumps in bed to snuggle under the covers until I fall asleep and then she hops down to the floor...only to jump back up and curl tightly next to me with a 'good morning' nuzzle when the alarm goes off in the morning. She loves the water, especially floating on a raft for hours in the pool. Loyal and loving. Amazing. So amazing. She did eat an entire pepperoni pizza once.
Steve and I decided to share a home just a couple months ago. Five heartbeats...most of the time sharing one bed...and one silly, happy family.
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