People who know me know how much I love my dog. Actually, to people looking in on the outside, they probably think it’s so far past love that it has become a full-blown obsession. And I’m not going to try and deny that. You can’t talk to me for more than five minutes without me somehow working my dog into the conversation. I’m not sure if that’s annoying, impressive or totally crazy, but it’s true. If people start talking about their dog, I instantly turn it around and start talking about mine— because let’s face it, nothing beats my dog. Newborn baby? My dog is cuter. Hot boy walking down the street who winks at me? Sorry, my dog is so much more of a babe. A litter of puppies? My dog used to be a puppy, and when she was a puppy, she was a straight 10.
That probably sounds mean, but if you met my dog, you’d understand. The obsession doesn't end with me...my entire family’s life revolves around the life of my dog. Most of the time I think she’s the one who holds our family together. Seriously though, I don’t know how much we would have to talk about at dinner if it wasn’t for her: "Look how cute she looks right now!" "What did she do today?" *Insert funny story about the dog*
The hardest part about moving to college wasn't leaving home and everything I was so used to behind; it was having to say goodbye to my dog (sorry Mom and Dad).
The storage on my phone is full because: "She looks so cute right now, Mom take a picture."
I talk about my dog the way people talk about their boyfriends or girlfriends.
If you have a dog, you understand the obsession. And if not, I'll introduce you to my dog.
