My Darling Doggies.

i've blogged before about how much i love animals; if you've ever met me, you know it right away. Truthfully, i'm half jealous, half in awe of how their whole existence is completely free of responsibility; they're not accused for causing car accidents or premeditated murder or racketeering. They're wholly innocent, and a completely blank slate: they learn what they're taught.

They also have amazing instincts. i'm not sure how they know when i need fuzzy little hugs, but they do. Especially my little one -- since i've gotten sick, she's hardly left my side. She won't leave me during the night when i'm awake, or during the day when i sleep. It's gone as far as having to put a water bowl for her on my nightstand, because she rarely strays to the kitchen for a drink and has gotten bladder stones because of her small fluid intake. (No worries, we had them out and she's right as rain again, silly dog.)

Right now her tiny little nose is pressed against my right elbow; every time she takes a breath i feel that tiny little puff of humid air. When i stumble from the couch to the bathroom to pee, she follows, waiting patiently in the hall. (Or not so patiently -- she's sure to flop onto her stomach and sigh to let me know if i'm taking too long, god forbid.)

She's equal parts amusing and overbearing, but she's pure comfort; i honestly couldn't make it another day without either of them.

my tiny furbabies