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Giving Thanks

24 Nov

Last year on Thanksgiving I was shipping my half husband off to a war zone. Thanksgiving Day. At 5:00pm. War apparently doesn’t care about family traditions and pumpkin pie. When I think about where I am today compared to last year I am immensely grateful. Immensely really doesn’t even seem to cover it. This has been an incredible year and I’m just thankful to be where I am today.

I’m also thankful to literally be where I am today… at home with the parentals. I love those guys! I always look forward to going home to hang out with my family and am incredibly lucky to have a family I enjoy. We have such great times together!

Third on the list, but certainly not least is the Budster. I’m so thankful for that little munchkin. He’s my best friend and everyday I am grateful he came into my life.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving! May you be blessed to have great things in your life that make you grateful on a daily basis!

Love and blessings,
Amy

Weiner Dog Races

15 Oct

Yep. You read that right. That’s not a misprint.

Today was Oktoberfest at a local restaurant and every year they have Weiner dog races as part of the celebration. Buddy and I have yet to make it to this glorious event so we decided that this was the year he would make he debut in the racing circuit. I equally anticipated him winning the event and just sitting there licking his rear end.

He did not disappoint.

oktoberfest weiner dog

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Unconditional Love

8 Sep

About four years ago a little munchkin came into my life and forever changed me. I fell completely head over heels in love with this fella.

[Buddy’s baby picture here]

I didn’t realize at the time that I would soon become one of those “crazy” doggie parents. I absolutely have and I make no apologies.

Buddy has been my steady companion for four years. He was there for me when my husband was deployed. He was there for me during lonely weekends when I didn’t have many friends. He’s been there to lick away my tears, cuddle in my bed, and put a smile on my face every single day. Every day. Guaranteed. He’s gotten me through a divorce. Some days he was the only reason I could get out of bed.

Sometimes people make comments that I love him too much. How is that even possible? Just look at that face!

my dog in the grass

Buddy in the summer of 2011

I really believe this dog saved my life. When times were so difficult in my marriage I had Buddy who loved me no matter what. He reminded me that I am loved, needed, and wanted. When so many pieces of myself had disappeared, he found the parts of me that make me me.

Buddy taught me the meaning of unconditional love.

He loves me on my bad days. He loves me when I first wake up in the morning. He loves me even if he doesn’t get a walk one day. He loves me if I accidentally feed him an hour late. He loves me when I yell at him to stop barking. That dog loves me for me. He still wines when I leave and jumps with joy when I return. He loves me.

And I absolutely love and adore him. I love him when he’s barking and waking up the neighborhood. I love him when he has an accident in the house. I love him when he escapes and runs at top speed through the neighborhood while I’m chasing him. I love him when he gives me that look that he knows he’s up to no good. I love him regardless of whether he’s being good or on the rare occasions he’s being bad. I see his good side and his bad. I love him anyway.

If all of this makes me a crazy dog person, then so be it.

[picture of us both here]

Unconditional love,
Amy