I have a very weird relationship with my dogs. I think it is normal, but others find it weird.
I snuggle with them every chance I can get.
I kiss them on the mouth.
I talk to them like they are humans, even if no humans are in the room.
I want to leave social functions early because I don’t want to leave them home alone too long.
I buy them collars like it is an addiction.
I would let them lay on top of me even if I am suffocating just so they will be comfortable.
I wink at them when they wink at me. (Seriously, they wink at me.)
I just love them so much. They are the best things that have happened to Tom and I.
We took in a stray yesterday who we found at our fence. He was shivering and his paws were all bloody. We ended up bringing him in the house because with Clarksville being shut down basically due to this ice situation, we didn’t want to leave him out for who knows how long until we either found an owner or the shelter was able to pick him up. We kept him segregated from our dogs who were being territorial from about 9am until 4pm when the local shelter was able to pick him up. Tom and I took turns cuddling with him and giving him much needed attention. We spread “flyers” through Facebook, and Tom drove around the neighborhood and tried to follow the pups tracks back to his home. This poor sweet puppy just wanted a warm place to stay. If our dogs wouldn’t have been so jealous about “Carl,” we would have kept him longer. Grace and Crosby were not happy with us AT ALL though. So we sent Carl off with people who could see if he had a microchip and find his home. I almost cried though when they took him in the truck.

He was so sweet. I wish we could have kept him. I am glad we were able to help him at least be warm and happy for the day.
It makes me think about the lives that Grace and Crosby had before us. I am so glad that we are able to offer them a warm house, food, and most of all love.
They really do complete our lives. And they do things that surprise us every day.
When I was hugging the porcelain throne on Friday, Crosby laid with me the whole night. Grace came and checked in on me off and on. They are already taking this baby guard duty seriously.

This was early in the night, but Crosby stayed for every minute of this night right beside me.

This is where I was struggling, and Crosby was not happy about people disturbing his guarding. He takes his job seriously. There was one point in the night I had to puke over him because he was insistent on not leaving his post.
While some people think it is weird that we treat our dogs like humans and real children, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. If they are going to take care of me completely, why wouldn’t we do the same?
I just love them, and I hope that all dogs get to experience that at some point in their lives.