Sunday, 14 October 2012
Why I love my dog
At fifteen years old, I'm a very maternal sort of person. Ever since I was eleven, I've preferred the company of young children, rather then those of my age. I think maybe one of the reasons I love babies and toddlers so much, is because they love you so completely and unconditionally.
I've been around dogs since I was still in my mother's womb, and we have three. Our mix breed belongs to me, and the labradors are guide dogs- one's retired.
Dogs reflect all the same qualities as small children. They're pains in the butt, yet impossible not to love.
Dogs can poop and pee in the house, chew on expensive items, scratch floorboards, tear up carpet, run through fly wire doors, ruin curtains, scratch doors and walls, destroy your shoes and clothes, bolt every time the front door is left open and basically be a gigantic pain in the butt.
But when you see them at the end of the day all curled up on your bed, ready to go to sleep, always on your jumper or pants- wanting the comfort of your scent, you know that he is worth every cent.
I've been around dogs since I was still in my mother's womb, and we have three. Our mix breed belongs to me, and the labradors are guide dogs- one's retired.
Dogs reflect all the same qualities as small children. They're pains in the butt, yet impossible not to love.
Dogs can poop and pee in the house, chew on expensive items, scratch floorboards, tear up carpet, run through fly wire doors, ruin curtains, scratch doors and walls, destroy your shoes and clothes, bolt every time the front door is left open and basically be a gigantic pain in the butt.
But when you see them at the end of the day all curled up on your bed, ready to go to sleep, always on your jumper or pants- wanting the comfort of your scent, you know that he is worth every cent.
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