Monday, August 23, 2010

Sometimes I struggle with the fact that my favorite person isn't a human.

She makes this face a lot when I talk to her and it makes me feel like she really understands me, more than just the big money words like treat, walk, and outside, but that she really actually gets what I'm saying. My dear, my darling, my softly rumpled pup. Sometimes looking at her squeezes my heart so much that I can't stand it.

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