Since getting Brontie, I have been hearing a lot of jokes about Belle and her age (actually these lame jokes were happening even before getting Brontie).
People have even asked me,
"So now that you have Brontie, you're probably just waiting for Belle to die."
(Yuck...it feels wrong to even type that.)
So, I have a little story to tell about Belle.
A couple weeks ago when I was having a particularly crappy day thinking about the injustice that is my life, I came in and laid down on the ground next to Belle's bed and started crying. I reached my arm up to pet her face. As I did that, she took her two front paws and wrapped them around my arm, leaned towards me and started licking my face.
She knows me.
She loves me.
And, I love her.
So, the next time someone asks me if I am waiting for Belle to die, I will kindly respond,
"No, actually I am waiting for you to die."
Don't mess with my babies.
Yeah, I'm one of those dog owners.