Sometimes, especially lately, I like to tell him the story of how we came to be. When we're laying on the floor I imagine him saying "Tell me the story of us Momma" and so I do. Then I often sing a song or two. I know he's heard enough when he gets up and lays with his back to me. Last night though he was even clearer. A little while into Sunshine On My Shoulders (I'm pretty sure I was right on key, or at least pretty close), he literally reached over & put his paw on my lips... Shhhhh Momma... Message received my dearest friend. Sorry John Denver, we still love you, really we do.

Anyhow, lucky for you, you get the story & not the songs:

And so began our beautiful life together in 2003. I saw his picture online, nestled among a sea of other large eared tiny dogs. Sounds a little crazy (or maybe a lot depending on what sort of spirituality you subscribe), but I knew we were meant to be together. If you believe in soul connections, there was & is one. If you don't, then we already established you think I'm a lot crazy & I'm cool with that too. He was "Danny" the listing said. Seven weeks old and small as the dollar bill he was standing next to in the photo, that was my guy.

A week later he flew from the Sunshine State to me. The first time I went to BWI he was a no-show. I called the breeder frantic. They reported it had been too hot in the cargo area for "Danny" to fly. I politely told them I had no idea he was to be transported that way and promptly sent money for a ticketed seat. He was put on the next flight out and I picked him up the next morning from a very kind Stewardess. She was at first a little confused and tried to direct me to a weiner dog, I guess I must look like that kind of girl... "No way" I said, while pointing to the tiny crate at her feet. "That's my guy" and he surely was, and is, and always will be.

Yep, that's my guy.

Tell Me the Story of Us Momma