I Love My Dog

This is my dog. Her name is Sally, she is a black miniature schnauzer with white accents, about 12 pounds, and today is her birthday. She is one year old.

Sally moved in with us in late December 2004. When we brought her home she ran right over and took a huge dump under our IKEA ottoman. And that started our big adventure together.

Here are some questions I tend to ask Sally:

1. Are you fuzzy?
2. Do you need a little snuggle?
3. Are you HUNGRY?! Do you want to EEEEEAT?!
4. Do you wanna go OUTSIIIIIDE?!
5. Are you my little baby? Do you need to be rocked like a little baby?
6. Are you cute?
7. Do you need a belly rub?
8. Can you please settle down?

Sally chills out and sleeps in her kennel when we're not home, listening to classical music. When I get home from work and open her crate, she runs out and puts a front paw on each of my shoulders and gives me what I like to call (anthropomorphically, I know) a hug. Then we go outside. Then we come back in and spend the evening together. We like to lie on the living room floor and either watch Law-N-Order or various DVD's. Or if I'm working on the computer, she lies on the bed behind me as I sit at the desk, and she has a little perch at the head of the bed so she can look out the window and growl at her dog neighbors Vegas and Lola or just watch the traffic go by.

As a side note, I have wanted a dog my whole life and my parents wouldn't let me get one when I was a kid. Sally absolutely fulfills my dream of having a way cool, way fun, a bit bonkers, snuggly and loving pooch.

We love Sally a ton so here's to you, Sally Green. HB and many happy returns. I am so happy when I'm hanging out with you, I miss you when I'm not home with you, and I would be so sad without you.