THREE

Well, I can safely say that despite everything going on in the world right now, the most important thing for me is celebrating three years of my little dog Beau. The whole reason I made this blog, the reason I love differently, the reason I cherish things differently, and the reason I wake up happy every single day. Of course Shayne gets credit for that to, as does my family and his. Beau however, always knows that to "say" without saying anything. This little, well not so little anymore, dog has learned my every emotion. And can cater to those emotions by responding in different ways. He is the smartest thing I've ever seen on four legs, and not to mention the cutest thing also. When I got him three years ago today, I never thought that I would fall in love with him the way I have. People can make fun of that, it doesn't matter to me. Of course my love for Beau is ten times different then my love for Shayne, or our families. It IS a dog love, but he is my first dog love. I've never had a dog that was just mine, all mine. I didn't have to call him "the family dog", because he is my dog. I'm so grateful for him and so, so happy to be his "dog mom". Everyday we do our little routine, we get up, get coffee and breakfast, we get on the couch and cuddle, we watch TV, we go get ready in the bathroom for work, and then Beau gets in his crate ( we call it his office job), and I head to work. I talk about him all the time and I'm sure it gets annoying to some people. However, I listen to people go on and on about their kids all the time, and me being 19, Beau is my kid. He is my toddler.
I remember the day we got him like it was yesterday...I remember it was a Monday, and we didn't have school on Veterans Day. So Shayne and I took my car to Dana's, Shaynes truck didn't have AC or Heat, and we got to the gate. As we were pulling in she was leaving, and I was so happy we got their just in time. I remember her telling me "Go get your baby." That I did. I went and got him and picked him right up, and let him sit in my lap. We drove to PetSmart and we got a bunch of things for him. He jumped out of the cart and ran away from us. He slept with me and I remember being so scared to fall asleep with him. For three years this little, floppy, big pawed, hound dog has been my best friend. He has seen many tears, many smiles, many laughs, he has made memories and seen them being made. He has been sick and we took care of him. He has been healthy and we played with him. He has been on so many walks and so many adventures. He has swam in his Popops pond, played with his friends at his Grandma Shannan's, lost a friend at his Nana Heathers and is still trying to accept the new friend, He has stayed the night at his Nana's and tore up her blinds, He has done so much in his little life and will do so much more. He has so many little friends and so much family. I love this dog and always will, and I just can't believe he has been in my life for three years.

I love you so much, Bop Bop.

I will be posting pictures of his day on another post!

-K