I drove WNM to the vet today for a teeth cleaning. Poor thing is so smart, we got out of the car and he — my otherwise curious and overly confident pooch — walked with shaky legs up to the front door, knowing precisely where we were and that he never leaves this office feeling anything less than poked and prodded.
And then I drove away in tears.
Because, oh because, I have become a crazed dog owner who adores her pet. Yesterday I let him off leash to run in an area I most likely shouldn’t have. Yet watching him chase squirrels and geese, dart through sprinklers and run with his ears pinned back was both hilarious (he hops more than he runs) and sweet. Never mind we had to dart an angered groundskeeper.
Ever thankful this furry dude is in my life. Even more thankful as of this afternoon he won’t have stinky, rotten squirrel breath.