My Dog Lives Better Than I Do

He is my best friend, bed warmer, constant shadow, co-pilot, secret keeper, momma's boy, comic relief, personal trainer and the face that makes me smile even when I don't think I have one in me. He is Corbin Dallas and he lives a better life than I do. But you know... without any jealousy I can admit that he truly deserves it.

Our relationship is one that has given a 1000x return on the investment (I give him kisses, treats, snuggles and rides in the car to the dog park and PetSmart in exchange for his unconditional love and admiration). To sweeten the deal, I've never once questioned the purity of our relationship either. It's simple: I love him. He loves me. I take care of him. He takes care of me. Couldn't be easier.

Calling him a "dog" seems underhanded - so does referring to myself as his "owner" (after all, at 2 am when he's taking up more of the bed than Jim and I combined, who owns who?).

Sure, I spoil him - but he spoils me too. In fact, he's got the love thing down so effortlessly that when other relationships fall short, even just a little bit, they seem all the more intolerable.

So thanks for letting me gush a little bit about my favorite -- and brag about how lucky I am to be obsessed over by such a grand soul.

Here's to my Corbin!

love,
bunny