Dog dissing in the kitchen

Happy Valentine's Day!

I woke up to find this as the wallpaper on my iPod Touch this morning!

That husband of mine was busy after I went to bed last night. This is my favorite kind of surprise and he's so good at catching me off guard with them. On our first Valentine's Day after he moved to the U.S., I went out to my car to go to work and he had filled the entire front seat and dashboard with little red and pink heart-shaped stickers with loving Valentine sayings on them. I was so taken aback by the sweetness of it all I cried! I love you BF!

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On another note, this morning I scurried off to our kitchen at work because of a rumor going around that a vendor brought in a giant cheesecake.

As I was filling my plate, I realized my presence started a dog conversation, beginning with Uno's win. That was all fine and good but then one work friend disappointedly mentioned that her husband is lobbying to get a dog.

The room was filled with gasps of horror. "A dog! You can't do that!" "Too much work, you'll be stuck home forever!" "All the poop to pick up, forget it!" "Way too high maintenance, you'd be better off with a cat."

On and on they went.

Guess what. I used to feel the same way. Exactly. And not even that long ago. But then suddenly some wires in my brain crossed or the planets aligned or something ... and I got my priorities straight.

So I proudly stood tall and said out loud to my dog-dissing friends, "My dogs are my life! They are my whole world (and my hubby too, of course, but that's understood). I take them to agility classes twice a week and I might be assisting an obedience class an additional night a week. They are my social life and that's the way I like it. My life is ALL DOG!"

After I stopped talking I stood there, taking in their semi-bewildered facial expressions. And then I said something to the effect that I'm sure that seems crazy to some people but that's just the way it is with me.

I offer no apologies. I'm sure you understand.