Ode to Hyper Doggy

I'm just letting you all know that I have the best dog ever. How can I make such a biased statement when I claim to be against favoritism? I shall explain.

Kitty rolls over for attention when she feels like it and flicks her tail up in the air and goes off to do something more interesting, like staring at the wall, when I want to play with her. Kitty's babies are beyond adorable but they're all still very tiny fur balls that needs tons of sleep so it's either they're sleeping, I'm sleeping, or we're all sleeping. We're hardly ever awake at the same time. Schizo cat is bat-shit-crazy and scares the hell out of me every time I try to pet her. Taurus Man bought an insanely cool hamster cage toy-contraption-connected-thing I'm looking forward to putting together once he cleans the cage, but we haven't bought the hamsters yet. Taurus Man's latest pet crabs are so moody/antisocial/crabby and they have gigantic snapping claws. Taurus Man is either making me laugh until I nearly pee myself, trying to bore me to death with tech stuff, finding some secret way to get me all antsy and cranky, or busy with boring whatever-it-is-he-talks-about.

Hyper doggy, HOWEVER, is never too busy for me. Whether I laugh so hard I wake her up from an obviously deep sleep or I've been asleep for a million years and zombie-walk over to her out of my hibernation, she's always brimming with love and affection for me. When I have a bad day or a low moment, she makes me smile and laugh even when I want to cry. She gives me kisses every time she sees me and is never tired or bored with me. She listens to every single thing I have to say, and whether I make sense or not, she looks at me with her I-love-you-no-matter-what-you-say eyes. Even when I talk about my twisted plans for world domination. As much as I love her and as much as I've ever loved any animal or human in my life, I know she loves me more than I can imagine. I am an incredible superhero/God/miracle in her eyes, and I can never repay her for her unwavering love. When I'm sick, she knows it, and will whimper and look at me with super sad the-world-is-now-over eyes until I tell her I'm okay. She is beyond amazing. I hope that one day I can be half the person she thinks I am. This is why I love her best of all and she's my favorite.

I am aware that it sounds like Taurus Man and I are running a zoo. We're not. At least, I don't think we are. Things just happen. But hyper doggy is the best. As long as we have that understanding.

(Hyper Doggy at 2 months)