The unwavering love of a canine...
There are few things more uplifting than the enthusiasm which emanates from deep within my dog's bones the moment he realizes I'm finally home from work. Rarely do I feel more wanted, more needed or more loved than I do when he greets me (and all of my imperfections) with abounding excitement and his Pleepleus.
He is such a significant part of the reason I live and breathe. He is my light. My heart. My furry little son.
Am I being over dramatic? A little weird? I don't think so. Not one bit.
Thank you, Scout, for reminding me every single day that I am loved. And remember, it's reciprocated. Ten fold.