Tockett and Benny

Well, I was hoping I would be healthier today, but I am definitely not. Day 9 of this silly cold began with me waking up feeling like my throat was bleeding from all the coughing throughout the night, and my sinus' were so full I thought my head would explode... obviously my head didn't explode but my mom (all the way from Vegas) managed to convince me into going to the doctor; I left his office with a sinus infection diagnosis, nasal spray and sulfa-drug antibiotics.... fun? Not.

So, I have again spent the majority of the day resting on the couch with my laptop, TV remote, iPhone, cough candies, Kleenex, and my most favourite company: my two dogs, Tockett and Benny... and after a day with the two crazies, I have decided to blog about them today. May sound lame-o but I think they're pretty wonderful.

Tockett is a 10 year old Jack Russell Terrier. He is cuddly, energetic and too smart for his own good. Benny is 2 year old, 3.5 lb Chihuaha. He is playful, moody, slightly obsessive and suffers from a severe case of "little man syndrome".
My mom and I have discussed on several occasions how it is possible to love these creatures as much as we do, and I still haven't figured it out, but what I do know is this:

Despite the fact that the two together are noisy as heck, I appreciate that they love me enough to feel as though they need to protect from leaves blowing in the wind, flies buzzing around in the summer, cats running across the cul-de-sac half a block away, and any stranger that shows up at the door unexpected.

Even though he's started to age very quickly the last few months and has slowed down significantly, I love that Tockett greets every new activity with the enthusiasm of a puppy, never getting left behind even if it means that the next day he'll be too tired and stiff to get up.

Every morning Benny wakes up and the first thing he does is leap out of his kennel like a racehorse and scratch his belly and back on the carpet in the upstairs hallway with his tail wagging the entire time, and then he proceeds to run to every room in the house, greeting every family member as though he hasn't seen them in days... he reminds me to start every new day as exactly that... a new day.

I love that every day when I get home I am greeted by a white and black mess of wagging tails and wiggly bodies, even if when I left that morning I was mad at the two of them for barking and chasing the cat. But mostly I love that my dogs are always there, through good and bad; they celebrate with me on good days, sleep on the couch with me on sick days, lay in my bed with me on lazy days, and sit quietly for hugs on the sad days. I have some great (human) friends, but there's something special about the bond between a person and their dog.

I love my dogs... and maybe the fact that I can go on and on about them makes me crazy... but that's okay.


At first when I started today's post I thought it was a kind of pointless topic, but the more I write I realized that these dogs are a part of my summer... I want to enjoy the things I love the most in life, and my dogs definitely fit into that category.

have you hugged your puppy today? :)









Day 3 of 133 days of summer.