|I mean, ppls, look AT THAT FACE! the mustache. the button-ish nose, the chocolaty eyes: "the Nickster". ♥|
The Lord has been teaching me so many things, working in so many incredible ways. . .the day I met Nick, for example. It was just after I was home from the conference, driving with my family along the stunningly-beautiful, hilly roads of back-woods Ohio; country at its best. I love it. Anyway, I was reading somewhere in the middle of the book Set Apart Femininity, feeling convicted, asking the Lord to give me a ministry. Then I walked into the little shop where Nick romped with dozens of other pups - all toys, all cute, but of course Nick was the cutest. And I had to have him. . .Thank the Lord for working out the details. Nick is MINE. o.O
"There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face."
I'd love to turn him into a therapy dog. . .once the so-bad-I'm-adorable stage is over and he can behave like a proper human-dog. We'll see what happens. ;) In the meantime, I have one preciousness pupper. Yes, I've always been a "big-dog" person, and yes, I've always called toys "drop-kick dogs" - but Nick has DRASTICALLY changed my worldview. Yorkies? Best dogs in the world. Smart, easily trained, fearless. Don't anyone dare call them sissy or delicate. Small dog in a Great Dane's body? Exactly. This is why he has a cowboy name, Banjo-Man. Because cowboys are awesome, and Nick is a manly-sort-of-man. All boy.
Off my bucket list this year:
see Les Miserables LIVE visit Disneyland go to 5 High Kings concerts get my own dog(after years and years of asking. ;) )
So. I am deeply and ardently in love. With a 3 lb. 13 oz. ball of fluff. Note that Nicks hair will never grow long or be kept in a bow. That would cause identity crisis. . .He is my widdle-precious. A Yorkshire "terror." And he already "heels" on his leash, can sit, PLUS sleep all night in his crate. Readers: the moral of the story is. . .find a reliable breeder, buy a Yorkie. Forget droning days of boredom. Forget your once-free, independent life. (hey, preparation for motherhood, perhaps? ;) ) Because small dogs are awesome. Their portable. Their beautiful. Everyone NEEDs one. The end.
I've always loved animals, but recently the total-10-year-old infatuation has returned. Walking into a pet store is more heart-stopping then ever. Especially since everyone stops me with exclamations of, "ohhhhh, what a CUTE puppy." I personally think "cute" is an understatement. Handsome? Of course. Who needs Richard Armitage? :ducks flying tomatoes: Now if Nick would just stop chewing on EVERYTHING. . .
|Pretty much. . .I'm tired. But happy. And I've forgotten what the word "clean" means = PUPPer LOVE.|