I am in love. It is true. A smile in my heart, sweet kinda love...
A simple happy love. An uncomplicated love...
A pure sparkly love...
The one I love, has shiny blond hair. The one I love makes funny faces. The one I love, held my hand last night, when I was alone, in the dark, in the country, with no power during an outrageous lightning and rain storm. The one I love tells me stories while we lounge on lazy days & takes part in my silly antics, like dress up and follow the leader. The one I love, is always there for me, and always brings a smile to my face... And, wouldn't you know it, the one I love never steals my treats (well, almost never).
The one I love, holds my heart captive. Who knew? You see, this is my first love of this sort. We have been in eachother's lives for 8 blissful years...
The one I love gets into simple charming mischief. I can usually see the proof on her nose...
I always knew I had love for her. Except once when we thought we lost her, I realized this was more than just puppy love. I had walked outside one morning and Mr. Lovee's eyes were full of pain. I had just woken up. I was in my pj's barefoot. Standing in the dirt. And he said, Dovee, I have bad news. I think Baby is missing.
I felt my heart drop into the dirt. Pain. White lightning kind of pain shot through my heart. I kneeled on the ground and put my head between my knees and sobbed...
Luckily she wasn't lost at all, and quite safe and sound, and we made it through that incident. But it only reinforced my love for her...
She is quite the character. And those faces she makes!
This is the faux worried look...
Oh, and let me throw in the fact that, she owns this. Which means she shares my love for that spooky day...
Here is a charming portrait of her and her favorite tin jack-o-lantern...
And here is what happens after too many pictures. Boredom to the maximum degree...
How she loves her pool...
I ask her to show me her best mermaid moves... But she says she would rather just blow bubbles underwater...
Now, the nutty part is that, in perfect doggy fashion, she insists upon this after a nice cool bath...
A lovely talcum dusting. Of the dirt variety.
I think nothing of the dirt encrusted pooch, after she gives me the giggle face...
We dance around in a whirlwind of bubbles...
She likes to pretend she lives in a period drama... Who does she think she is? Lizzy? Jane Austen, Miss Mati from Cranford?? I have to admit, she does pull it off well ;)
But, best of all, she supports all my artistic endeavors. She even has her own subscription to Artful Blogging. I know!! Insane ;)
Now you tell me, how can I not be in love? I never really had pets growing up. I had an outdoor cat growing up, Casey (I am allergic to kitties, even though I love them). She lived from the time I was like 8 until I left for college... And a bird, Ginger, who lived for 1 day (when I was around 5). I know, so sad... We had a handful of fish and such... But this is my first true pet love... 8 years of Blisss....
So, tell me about your beloved pet? Or one you had growing up?? Wonderful pet love...
Now, I must be off, but I wish you lots of Dreaminess and creativity this weekend... Or perhaps, time to refuel and relax, and just be... Whatever it is that you do, may it be infused with sparkly magic...
And perhaps, you might find a bit of inspiration to swirl about in..
If you are in the U.S. have a safe 3 day weekend!! Yippppeee!! Off I go to listen to my favorite and make my way into that creative magical world of my own, tonight... Maybe I'll see you there? Tea, anyone? LOVE, V ♥
