 Barked: Thu Sep 20, '07 10:31pm PST |
 | |  | | I'm a mamma's boy...so...
Mom, I could tell you were nervous when I met you. You were shy and hesitant. I was playful and full of yodels and energy. You were scared of making the commitment and I was eager and willing to let you take the lead and walk me into your life; into your home; and into your heart.
I was your first and you were my first real hooman Mom. You worried about doing the right things. You read everything you could about my breed--before I arrived and after I arrived. And then you re-read everything again just to make sure you knew me well.
I know I wasn't easy to live with because I wanted to be with you always. You and Dad were my life and I needed to be wiff you both all the time. You were all about patience and you were all about teaching Dad to have patience with me. When I challenged you with something, you looked for ways to figure me out.
I know I've scared you many times--especially when I was young and I broke away from you and ran blocks and blocks away because I wanted to go to our "dog park". I stopped your heart when I crossed that busy street and you thought it was over, but luck was on my side and you finally caught me. Well that nice lady stepped on my leash and caught me.
I know mom that you never knew that you had so much love in your heart. I know that you never thought you would care so much...but you did...and you do--Still.
I speak to you Mom with my eyes and I know that you and me now speak the same language. I thank you for my home, my food, your bed and your love.
I love you Mom--and I am here for you always waiting anxiously for you to come home--to our home.
Love you Mom!
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