They love me when I can’t even love myself.
Every night Paris is at my feet. Every day when I come home from work Cheeyo
jumps up on my knees, and I promise he hugs me.
They come to me when I call—most times.
And nuzzle me when I cry.
My friend and I went to Shelby Farms today to take
pictures for possible Christmas cards.
Yeah, I know. Cheesy. But I love pictures. I love capturing moments, especially as I
age. I’ve just come to realize how
precious stills can be.
I love my dogs.
And we love Shelby Farms. And I
thank my friend for spending some time out there with me, so I can look back
and remember, years and years from now, what it felt like to have them in my
life and be out in the fields with them.
