Puppy Love

Growing up I had a toy poodle named Alex.  My dad bought him as a Valentine’s Day gift for me when I was seven years old.  You see, that fall our dog had been hit by a car {by a lady who worked at my elementary school…but that’s another story} and afterwards every picture I drew was of sad-looking dogs behind bars with captions above their head that said, ‘Adopt me’.  I think after a while it wore him down and he wanted to surprise me {or to stop my mopey drawings}.  It was one of the few purchases he didn’t consult my mom on and I think for the next 14 years he regretted it.

Now don’t get me wrong, Alex was a cute and loyal little dog.  Perhaps loyal isn’t the right word, protective might be a better fit.  If anyone came within ten feet of me fangs were exposed and growling commenced.  And sometimes his “attitude” would be taken out on me by snapping.  While I loved him, I was scared of him.

But Vivi and MM’s relationship?  It couldn’t be more different than the one I had with my childhood dog. These two love each other so much and Vivi wouldn’t dream of hurting her.  I’ve actually seen MM play in Vivi’s dog bowl while she was eating–had I done that with Alex I would be missing a finger.  And it brings tears to my eyes just flipping through these pictures from yesterday.

Laying down on the floor together.

Giving a quick hug.

Riding Vivi like a horse. One of her most favorite things to do.

Look at me, Mom!

Another hug.

A peck on the cheek.

Sisterly love at its finest.  I am so happy we chose to get Vivi three years ago; I never would have guessed she would be such a great dog to Mary Margaret.  They are truly best friends.

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A Few Tidbits:

-Oh, and I know MM has Band-Aids on her arm in basically all her pictures…she is going through a phase of fake boo-boos and wanting Band-Aids all.day.long.  Silly girl!

-I *knew* it was hotter than normal this summer.  I just knew it!  Turns out it was…Atlanta is the third hottest city in the country with 69 days having above normal temperatures.  Only Louisville and Memphis beat us.

-Yesterday when MM woke up the first words out of her mouth were, ‘mmmmmmm {her cow noise}–MAW MAW–GOF car’…and she repeated it over and over.

And while yes, it’s really neat that she’s putting together thoughts/sentences, she’s a demanding little thing.  HA! So, by 10AM we were over here at the farm and she was riding on the golf cart with her mamaw looking for the neighbor’s cows just like she wanted.

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