There are no words to describe my love for this dog, even when I'm ready to kill him.
The way he looks at me, when his ears are down and his big brown eyes go all soft...well, those of you who own dogs, you know which "look" I mean.
Yesterday we went for a long walk on the bridle trail. The woods were dense, the trees aglow in color, and all was silent save for the birds and the occasional squeak of a branch. We went off the trail for awhile and climbed a fairly steep hill...Eli bounding ahead, full of puppy energy, and me, trying to keep up, breathing in the scent of fresh fallen leaves...
Till I threw my neck out.
Note to self: You are not 15 years old anymore.
I must be under a lot of stress, because then last night I had a very sad dream: I dreamed Eli died by electrocution (don't ask) In the dream I was balled up on the floor, sobbing over and over, "My heart hurts so bad. My heart hurts so bad."
I know, right? Awwwwww!
I woke up this morning, esctatic that it was only a bad dream. And in the past hour alone, I've threatened Eli's life at least 10 times:
"Drop that checkbook or I'll kill you!"
"Drop those socks (or keys, cell, envelope, pillow, rug, whatever) or I'll kill you!"
"Drop Daddy's as-of-yet-unopened-DVD-of-1,000,000 BC-with-Raquel-Welch's-scantily-clad-heaving-bosom-on-the-cover or I'll kill you!"
He knows I don't mean it.
And, no, he doesn't drop these things, either. I practically need a crowbar to pry them loose from his jaws.
Then he gives me...
Yep, you guessed it.