Nothing beats coming home from a hectic outside all tired and drained, and having you're favourite puppy (even if she is the only one, she can still be your favourite!) in her exuberantly tizzy bounce of the wall excitement, crash through the door grill to come and greet you. :D

She makes you feel like you're that most important person she has been waiting patiently for the entire day since you walked out the door in the morning. Even though you had decidedly signed your way into a university life of unremarkableness, you find that she sees past your success and failures, trophies and awards, crap assignments and lousy days. She sees only you returning home, and that is all that matters to her.

She comes loaded with barks, slobs and sneezes, top speed tail wags and all. Followed closely by a free for all licking spree.

As long as you don't think about the other *ehem* areas this particular dog has licked before lapping up on you, as well as not consider even for a moment the amount of bacteria being displaced onto your face... you'll be fine.

Or curling into bed especially on a rainy night, snuggled with the comforter pulled up chin high with a good book to read. Then this bundle of white fur comes into waltzing on four paws, happily plopping herself on the bed to keep company. No complaints save for the sad stares that yearns for a pat on the head, no rants except a low pitiful growl seeking attention, knowing no other joy other than the contentment of being there by your side, receiving gentle belly rubs.

Its not like she has nothing better to do. Far more than that, its because to her what she does is the best thing to do. Seriously, don't you just love that?

Yep. Nothing beats this fuzzy feeling.

It's just so blinkingly difficult to be depressed when she's around, being all happy joy joy, when she has a million to one more reasons to hate her life, all small and cornered by four white walls.

And no sex

like, how sad is that? poor thing.

Haha. I feel way way way better now, just sharing about my little joy. Was slightly overwhelmed by a series little things that has piled up to threaten days of crumminess to come, but I'll live through this. Because she has taught me so, especially that sleeping is way more a fun activity compared to worrying about tomorrow. Tomorrow can fix itself, somewhat. And so I shall vanquish such depressingly worrying thoughts.

Crummies be gone! :D

So now I shall go to bed with my current favourite book. My bible!

Thank you God, for Bubbles and all the doggy-ness in her that makes her this special one of a kind dumb-dumb dog that's brightened up this household by the kilowatts ever since she clambered into this house as a cuter puppy and straight into our hearts.

Goodnight baby, ily (:


Mood: -tired
Listening to: Do You Remember - Jack Johnson