{I live for puppy yawns.}
Whoever said diamonds are a girl’s best friend had it all wrong. Her dog totally is.
Chad snapped these shots of Doak and me last night when I got home from work. I was in a foul mood all day. Cantankerous. A grumpalous, as my dad would say. I don’t know who put a bee in my bonnet (in fact, I only had to work a half day) but let’s just blame it on A Case of the Mondays. Blech.
When you walk in the door from one of those awful days, the I’ve-never-been-more-excited-to-see-you greeting from your four-legged friend is the best mood lifter, right?! You’d never tell from these pictures that just hours earlier I was a crotchety nightmare. I love him so.
“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.”
What do you think?