There are many kinds of love in this world, and if you have a dog, you know the joys of loving a pet. It's like having a kid, only in my mind it's a whole lot easier. My baby, Scooby, has been in my life for over eight years now, and I can't imagine life without him.
We rescued Scoob when he was just a puppy. He had been abused and neglected by his previous owner, and as a result tried to bite anyone who got too close. I saw him and immediately fell in love, because frankly, a few bites were not going to scare this girl away. It took time, but the fur baby eventually got used to me and the Big Guy. He also quickly entwined his way into our hearts.
Scoob is my writing companion. He curls up by my desk and has a snooze while I tap away at the computer keys. Sometimes I read off what I have written to see what he thinks. He usually lifts his head, cocks it to one side, and then promptly falls back asleep. I try not to take it personally. Then if I've been writing too long, Scooby lets me know by shoving his nose on my lap and sighing deeply. He also follows me everywhere I go, and he is ferociously protective when a stranger gets too near.
All in all it's a good relationship. I feed him, take him for walks, and play with him. He in turn gives me cuddles and sloppy kisses. It's a transient relationship, as I know out rime together will be short, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Love is love, after all!