Excuse me if I get a little sentimental but the subject of love has that effect on me. Here is the first short excerpt from Richard about Shasta, his beautiful mini from Findell.
"I don't think you sent me a dog at all but some form of mutated cat-monkey! This crazy pooch has been jumping and pouncing round the house like a cat, then ends up on her back and looks like some sort of tiny simian or tree monkey. She's now taken it as one of her duties to pull crabgrass outside whenever she sees me doing it. What a nut!! But I am loving every minute of it! Who needs a girlfriend or wife? lol....
Now I've a reason to hurry home from work. :D Well, that and to let her out to pee/poop.
What a devil she is! Smart and not afraid of anything. Well, the huge black dog next door. She was on the other side of the yard, saw the dog next door, RAN for the house and as soon as she got inside, barked at him like she was the Queen shouting orders. lol.....She is a constant source of delight and there isn't a minute that goes by that she isn't amazing me with some antic, or just her looks or wanting to be near me. She doesn't give me an ear battering I didn't feel like taking her to expensive dinner out, and she isn't constantly asking me "does this make me look fat?" or berating me because "it's Friday night and I want to go out!" She just wants to spend time with me. :D"
Unconditional love, beautiful isn't it. It reminds me of a poem by a great poet Taylor Mali. I hope he doesn't mind me posting it here:
Falling in love is like owning a dog
an epithalamion by Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com
First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?
On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!
Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you’re all wound up and can’t move.
But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.
Check back next week for more antics from Richard and Shasta.