Loolie and Me

This is Dakotah. Or Loolie. Or Groggles. She’ll pretty much come to any of them, really.

It seems to me that people are either cat people or dog people. I am definitely a dog person, and although I do like cats, they sometimes make me sneeze. And for whatever reason, I’m less allergic to boy cats? I don’t know.

But yes, big, big, dog person. I want a dog that will completely cover my lap when it tries to sit in it. I want a slobbery, happy-go-lucky, big mess of a dog.

I started to read Marley and Me over the summer while I was at the beach. I still haven’t finished it because I know what happens at the end, so I don’t want to finish it. I think I have about 50 pages that I refuse to finish for that reason. But reading it was my life paralleled with our own lab, Dakotah. She’s thirteen now, and has been the best pet a girl could ever ask for. (I know I know, everyone thinks their pet is the best. They all are.) She’s lovable, hugable, she makes an excellent pillow, and she’s never, ever been anything but 110% loyal.

I can’t wait to have another dog of my own, though. Should be good practice, I guess. You know, for the litter of puppies I’ll have later on in life….

I’ll leave you with this:

And a quote my roommate likes: “Whoever said you can’t buy happiness forgot about little puppies.” ~Gene Hill