Day 22- Must Love Dogs

Morgan (9 months)

Reba ( 7)

Bogey (10)

Yep, they are my babies. Sometimes they are a pain in the wazoo, but I love them. Each one has such a unique personality, and believe it or not they are my sounding board when my day just isn't going well or I am tired, like today. They don't care if you are tired, angry at the ass wipes that can't drive or if I just want to lay on the couch and cry. They are there for me night and day. It's really weird. Bogey especially. It's like he knows what's on my mind. Every single day. Take for instance last weekend in my cleanse meltdown. When there was no food to be had and I was crying on the couch, who came to the rescue? Bogey. Whenever I am in tears or down and out, he comes right by my side and starts licking my face. When I was diagnosed with Lupus? Bogey- right there beside me looking at me with those eyes (see above). You gotta love the ol' guy. And he's getting up there in the puppy years. He doesn't move as fast as he used to, but you want to talk about man's best friend- that's my Bogey Bear. (the kids in the neighborhood call him "Bear" because he's soft and looks like a bear)

Then you have Reba Jean. Reba is a retired greyhound racer. She's just got a plain goofy personality. If you want to nap, she'll lay on her pillow next to the couch and nap with you. You need someone to smell your butt, she's right there with her long nose and all. She's becoming more sensitive to feelings, but really, all she wants is to nap, chase chipmunks and steal treats from the other dogs. She could care less if I have lupus or if I am on a cleanse. I need that. She makes me strong- she makes me suck it up. If she could talk, it would be, "Hey Mom, when you are done making that shake, can you hook me up with a treat from the treat bowl that's right next to the shake blender?"

Then you have Morgan. (named after Captain Morgan, mind you). He is full of puppy piss and vinegar. You want a sequel to "Marley and Me"? Then come spend a week with Morgan. He has ate our carpet, part of our hardwood floor, a pair of my designer reading glasses AND 6 pairs of my shoes. The little shit. But you know what I love about him the most? He is a snuggler. He will cuddle with you all day long. He is the perfect medication when I am tired or having a lupus flare. I just grab that little bundle of puppy and snuggle. He sleeps between Fred and Me too! The other morning, I rolled over and I saw Fred's head and Morgan right there sharing his pillow. Pathetic! :)

But as I type this blog this evening, I have Bogey at my feet, Reba peeking her head in my office door and Morgan sleeping on his puppy bed next to my desk. You want to talk therapy- I've got three good doses of a good thing- right at my feet. They have helped me through this cleanse process too. Had to give a shout out to my pups- Whoop! Whoop! "Hwyl fawr!"- (Good-bye in Welsh)