Dear puppy,

I haven’t even decided on your name yet and I already love you so much. You’re the cutest. Like, too-cute-to-handle cute, but I’ll always handle you. I’ll scratch your ears until my fingers cramp as long as you promise to not take my spot on the couch (even if I get up for just a millisecond). It’s tempting, I know. But who are we kidding, I won’t move you even when you do take my spot. That is love.

Alright, now I’ve got to go over the not-so-fun stuff. We both know you’ll get into trouble, whether it’s a case of breaking and entering in the trash or leaving your version of presents around the house. There will never be days when I don’t love you, but there will be days when I don’t like you. Regardless of whatever happens, at the end of the day, just know you’ll always have a spot in my bed as my little spoon. Or my big spoon, I don’t know what you’re into yet.

I want to thank you in advance for all you’ll do for me. Thanks for playing mom by telling me via sniff which boys aren’t keepers. Thanks for keeping me company when I don’t want to go anywhere but the couch and fridge. Thanks for getting tired when we go on runs so we can go home sooner. Since you do so much for me, I’ll never forget to reciprocate. When it’s your birthday, you already know we’re going to party like it’s your birthday. Birthday burgers and belly scratches, holla! When it snows, I’ll shovel a little area for you to take care of your puppy business. I’ll make sure your favorite toys are always readily accessible.

We’ll be able to teach each other so much. I’ll teach you how to play fetch and you’ll teach me how sometimes being there for someone is simply being a shoulder to lean on. You’ll probably never know how much you mean to me. You’re my puppy, my confidant and most importantly, my best friend. Whoever said diamonds are a girl's best friend never had a dog. I love you bunches, you little furry weirdo.

Love,

Your best friend