Shelter dogs accept us for who we are, regardless of our flaws or shortcomings. They’re the nonjudgmental friend we always wanted. The ride or die furball we wish would live forever.
Some of my favorite moments of dog parenthood are the ones that won’t ever appear on an Instagram feed.
Like when I eat cake for breakfast and my dog gazes at me with approval. Or when I cook dinner pantless and she doesn’t bat an eye. And how she joins in when I start singing and dancing like I’m on broadway in my living room.
She’s never once made me feel like I’ve got something to hide. She must think, that’s just mom being mom. And she’s a big fan of all things mom.
There are the times I’ve been bawling on the floor and she licked my face until I laughed so hard that I cried some more. Or how she always drapes her head over me while we sleep when the hubs is away. And how she’ll follow me anywhere, even if it scares her.
She is the perfect picture of what it means to be a girl’s best friend. A constant companion when I need her the most.
Of course, you don’t ever hear me talk about her habit of putting two paws up on the counter after I vacate the kitchen. Or how she has discovered that she can scarf down deer poop in the time it takes me to get serious about calling her. And don’t even get me started on our battle over a teddy bear the hubs gave me.
Even in her “disobedient” moments, I fully appreciate her. Because that “disobedience” isn’t about love or respect. It’s just about being a dog living in a human world. And being a dog is why we love them. At the end of the day, my dog remains the best friend I could ask for. Even if she kisses my face after licking her butt.
My dog is a former shelter dog. I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m the best thing since squeeze cheese. That’s why I can always count on her to love me, in her doggo way, unconditionally.