For the Love of Fur

There are days I don’t feel particularly lovable. or loved. Those are the days that perhaps a pint of Ben & Jerry’s starts to look appealing. When you are lucky enough to be owned by a dog, those are also the days, that you will find your fur friend attached to your side.
I wonder how they know? Our furry little beasts. How can they tell that we need their adoration on that particular day?
From the day I brought her home, Shubi has known me better then I have known myself. In her puppy days, there were times I was so depressed I didn’t want to get out of bed, and there was Shubi kissing my face and snuggling me and enticing me to leave the safety of the bedroom.


She wasn’t a barker, or a scratching at the door kind of girl. She just would, in her own special way, make me want to take her for long (therapeutic) walks, and to play with her on the floor.
I never feel judged by her. Just loved by her.
Fritz is very different. Here is this big boy, this big White Shepherd. He looks tough, but he is such a gentle baby and he needs his Mommy.
He will come and sit next to me and lean in and I can tell that he just wants to be close. But the love is there, and the bottom line is, he makes me feel adored.
Greta is my baby. Of the three I have a little bit more anxiety over her well being. Fritz and Shubi tend to stay close to home and to Mommy. Greta is a wild girl and she loves to explore and to hunt. But I adore her. I love the way she loves me. The way she has to sit in my lap and chew her rawhide bones, the way she crawls under the covers and sleeps down by my knees, and the way she sings, (yes sings) when I come home and I open the door.
So on my very worst days, all I have to do is sit back and let my fur babies do their thing. In no time, I am feeling loved, needed and adored.

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