The Dog of my Dreams

If you read this blog a lot you know that I am sometimes a strange person.  I'm about to reveal to you something I've only told a few people in my lifetime. It's a sweet story about my expectations for love as a young girl.  Some girls cut out photos of wedding dresses and flowers, dreaming of the day when they'll meet that special someone with whom they'll spend eternity.  They create collages of babies, homes, and lives that they someday hope to grow into. I was not one of those girls.
 
I never dreamed of a true love that would sweep me off my feet and ride of into the sunset with me upon a loyal steed.  I never put a towel on my head and pretended to be a blushing bride while carrying a bouquet made of paper flowers.   I dreamed of the day when I would meet the dog of my dreams.

It's true. I'd pick up stray dogs and hope against hope that they were the one for me.  The Beagle mix I found wandering the streets of Palm Beach Gardens.  The Great Dane in KY. The red, fox like dog I fostered in my small apartment in Highland Heights.  But they never fit.  They were microchipped and went back to their loving homes, or were just too energetic to be forced into the life of an apartment dweller.  I'd keep my eyes peeled, looking into abandoned cardboard boxes to see if there were any cute puppies that would bond with me and be by my side for as long as they could be.  To no avail.

Then, my friend told me about a dog that needed a home.  I said YES!  before even really thinking about it. This dog came to me on Christmas Day, and has slowly become the dog of my dreams.  He may be older.  He may be a little cranky at times.  And his breath can peel paint. But he's MINE now and I'm gonna do everything I can to make the rest of his life comfortable and amazingly fun.

Where have you been all my life?