Puppy Love

I am not ashamed at all to admit that I spend a great deal of my disposable income on my dog.

That would be Valentino with his new (zebra print!) bed, new stuffed duck, new dog mat for his bowls so they don’t slide around and his favorite rope. What you don’t see is that on the table just out of sight are a pack of new rawhides, his favorite dog treats, a meaty bone and another squeaky toy.

But honestly, he deserves it. He is there to greet me every single time I come home, he sleeps at the foot of my bed, and he makes me laugh like nothing else does. This week he has been an especially great source of comfort. I’ve been anxious about something, so much so that I haven’t been sleeping and I’ve been making myself sick over it. I’m sure it’ll end up being fine, but I am a worrier. I don’t really see my boyfriend except for the weekends (he works a lot, plays sports several times a week, etc), so it’s me and the pup Monday-Friday, save the ocassional happy hour. And honestly, if it weren’t for him I’d be on the couch in my pajamas watching Bridget Jones and throwing a serious pity party. Instead, I’ve been eating some seriously good food, re-watching Downton Abbey (so good!), and enjoying a glass of wine….in my pajamas. And Valentino has been there every second. He’s kind of amazing.

Oh yah, before I forget – HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAUREN!!! Every hour spent with you is a joy!

Next time we go out I promise to wear make-up 😉