|I'm really excited it's my birthday, guys.|
Since all of this awfulness happened a few weeks before my birthday, the boyfriend suggested we think about getting another puppy. I think this was mostly because I wouldn't come out of the black hole that was my couch and a box of wine. Rationally, I of course told him no, and that I never wanted another dog, or cat, or even kids for that matter, because something will eventually happen to them, and then I'm back on the couch hugging the Franzia. Logical, I tell ya. But then, he showed me this picture:
I immediately started feeling all squishy inside, you know, the way only a puppy's face can make you feel, but reminded myself that I was now a cynical person, who hated all things cute and cuddly. That dark phase of my life lasted the 30 minute drive it took to go pick her up.
That puppy face is enough to make anybody feel better about anything. On the nights I still cried over Mia, Joey seemed to know to snuggle with me just a little more. Or give me an extra lick on the face. And she still does that for me, it's just a little harder to breath now when she lays on top of me to snuggle. I couldn't be happier that the boyfriend decided not to listen to me when I told him I would never love another dog again. He, on the other hand, may not be so happy about it since I'm sure he's convinced I love her more than I love him.
I'll let you form your own opinion on that.
Happy Happy Second Birthday to the only one who can steal an ice cream sandwich out of my hand and live to see another day. You are my most favorite.