Unconditional Love

I know my blog is not usually deep or sentimental, but I decided on our lazy Sunday this week that Prada and I would watch "Marley and Me." Now, if you've never seen that movie or don't understand what it is about that dog that I love so much... just watch Marley and Me and you'll understand. The first time I was that movie, Big Bad took me to the theater to see it and I cried, no wait, sobbed uncontrollably at the second half of the movie. The first half of the movie I could feel the elbows and looks from Big Bad, saying in his mind "this is your dog!" It's true, I couldn't have made it more like her if I tried. I know she's eaten eye glasses, peed on multiple beds, eaten through four kennels, broke my nose, etc etc... but there's no better feeling than coming home after a horrible ten hour day at work and seeing her laying on your bed and the tail wagging uncontrollably. Somehow she knows when I'm sick or down and she lays down beside me with her head on my leg.
I can't believe it's been over two years since I got the little beast. And man have those two years made a difference. There are days that go by now that I don't even yell at her once. Now on a lighter note, I don't know what this animal does while I'm gone. I used to think she would just chew on her bones and looks out the window, now I'm not so sure. I got home from the bar last night to find paw prints in the bath tub. I thought it was really odd.