Good Dog

Growing up, I never had a dog. We had fish, and birds. I liked my birds, and I even talked to my fish, but those relationships could not have prepared me for the love of a dog. As an adult, I've even had cats and currently own a cat. I love her, but she is aloof. She disappears for hours on end and only comes to me when she wants food or a brief cuddle on her terms. In the rare moments that she graces me with that snuggle, my heart swells, but then she is gone again. My dogs have changed my life.
Odie is a 6 or 7 year old long hair Jack Russell mix. He chases bunnies in his dreams. Pearl is a 2 year old Chinese Crested Pug mix who snores louder than a chain saw. They both love long walks and lose their mind when I come home from work. They sleep with my husband and I. We have an extra pillow above my husbands head where they take turns sleeping during the night. I can't have children. They are my children and I reject anyone who says otherwise.
I never realized this kind of love was possible. Granted they drive me nuts when they won't stop licking, or digging in the garbage, but they are such good dogs. They want to please me. They constantly look for my approval. Human, I did good? Yes. You are a very good dog. Then I give them a good belly scritching and we are both happy. I don't know how people live without animals in their life (even my cat who is constantly yelling). They are my heart.