Monday 19 March 2012: A Woman and Her Newfoundland Dog
I love you even when you wake me at 5 AM because you are bored and think it is time to go out and check the fields for deer. I love you despite the food bill including a pound of beef a day and the laundry of hairy sheets and sofa covers that have to be washed more so during that twice a year shedding season. I love you for some unknown reason - even when you decide you will not come when called and think it is hilarious to elude me when I am on a schedule and have to be somewhere and you say - who cares! Chase me!
I forget the stress and chores involved in having you when late in the night a person or beast is prowling about close to the house and you sound the alarm scaring them away then come back to bed and quickly fall asleep while my heart still pounds. You turn over, legs flapping in the air - your lips flapping down making it look like you are smiling upside down. It is never long before I only have a corner of the bed to myself. I'm such a pushover.
I know you would guard me with your life and even though you are a total shit (or maybe because you are one - I am never clear about that) - I am grateful you are here for me to love.
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