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  • I have a little dog named "Early."

    He's been a member of our gang for over a year: half Jack Russell/half Miniature Dachshund with the sweetest face and disposition I've ever known.

    My best f*cking friend forever, Valarie, and I rescued him from the pound last May. He was not the cutest dog in the bunch, but he was small and seemed lazy - my favorite characteristics in a pet.

    I remember bringing him home. Val made fun of me because I refused to let her hold him on the ride to our place. I told her that I wanted him to know that he was MINE. I wanted him to like me best. A year later - I can safely say that both of those things are true. And he has stolen my heart.

    Early is MY baby. When I walk in that front door and he sees me - you'd think that he hadn't seen me in MONTHS. He cannot contain himself until I talk to him and love on him some. He'll barely let me kiss Matt before I have to kneel down and give him some attention.

    He always sits by me or on lays on me when we are on the couch. He listens to me better than most children do their parents. He gets excited when we turn on the fan in our bedroom that signals that it's time to go to bed for the night. When he hears it - he practically SMILES and runs and jumps on our bed. He's usually in it with us - even though there isn't enough room for him. He follows me to the bathroom. If Matt is taking him outside for a walk - he likes to come nudge me and get me to come, too. If he's sitting next to me and I haven't touched him in a while - he'll take his whittle nose and push me until I pet him. Bossy thing.

    I knew that my daughter would love him and she does. In fact, she's away at her Dad's for the summer and when we talk on the phone each night she has me put the phone on "speaker" so that she can talk to Early (who is always right next to me). She tells him that she misses him and loves him and can't wait to see him.

    Their relationship is so sweet. She and Early will actually - ACTUALLY play 'hide-n-seek' together in our apartment - always with Taylor hiding and Early waiting a few seconds for her to shout out. Then he begins his search for her. He always goes to the dirty clothes hamper in our bathroom first because that's where she hides the most. If she's not there - he'll go to her closet. If she's not there - he'll go to our bedroom and check on the far side of the bed. It is so funny to watch. I've never seen anything like it. And Taylor always gets to be the "hider" which was always the more fun part of the game to me.

    Since I had a thyroidectomy, a little over two months ago, I've started setting an alarm to wake me up earlier than usual to take my thyroid medication because you have to take it on an empty stomach and have to wait an hour to consume anything. I usually wake up, take the little brown pill, and go back to bed for another hour. Early usually hops into bed with me since he jumps off and goes to the couch at night once we are asleep. He's so funny when he does this in the mornings. He knows that there isn't that much room in the bed - it's just a full sized one, after all. He jumps up there as I'm crawling in, finds the crook of my arm and slumps down real heavy and pretends to immediately be asleep because he knows that melts my heart and that I won't kick him outta the bed. (Yes - this is really his thought process. I know this, smirkers.)

    This last week or so I've had a hard time falling back asleep after I take the medication. Early knows that I seem restless when I lay back down - so he wants to get up and go outside. Never wanting to neglect him - I get on up and take him out thinking that maybe "nature is calling" - but, no. He just wants to chase lizards in the parking lot. At 6:30 am.

    I can count on one hand how many "accidents" he's had in the house since we got him. He's just been that good from the start. Even a year later - I'll give him a little treat when we come in from a successful walk.

    Yesterday, I got some new treats for him. He's learned that he has to sit down or I won't give him the treat. He's so stinking cute when he does this because you can see that he is about to jump out of his skin wanting that tasty little morsel - but he doesn't. He will sit there until I hand him the treat and then he'll run off to the front of the living room and devour it - wagging his whole body with glee in the process.

    He's gotten to be such a fatty (we like fat babies) that sometimes I will rip a treat in two and only give him half a treat. He sits, waiting as patiently as he can for me to give him his half-treat. When I do - he grabs it and starts to run to the living room and, after taking a bite - he will stop - dead in his tracks - and look back at me. He'll sit down, facing me, as he finishes up that half-treat. I swear he starts shaking his head, very slowly - like I should be ashamed of myself for not giving him a whole treat. Tsk, tsk.

    He did that to me this morning - and it delighted my sleepy heart so much that I wrote this entry about him instead of going back to bed.

    And I gave him the other half of the treat.
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