Reasons I Love My Dog This Week

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I feel like I was a bit harsh on Bons the other week. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still certain she’s an evil mastermind, and she probably really is still plotting against me most of the time, but hell I love that cheeky, smelly little mutt of mine. She’s no fool – she knows I’m the one with access to the food and the walks, therefore she makes sure it’s a mutually beneficial situation we’ve got going on here. She knows what side her bread is buttered. I genuinely couldn’t imagine life now without my furry friend, that flea bag gives me a heck of a lot of joy in my life despite her constant attempts to push me to my limits. Here’s how she’s been keeping a smile on my face lately….

She leaves me presents…

Ball

Yes, that is a cricket ball. I found it under the covers when I was getting into bed the other night. It’s not just any cricket ball though, it’s currently Bonnie’s Favourite Thing In The World Ever so I consider it high praise indeed that she thought maybe I’d like to play with it for a bit. It’s not the first time either – once she left a bone shaped chew toy in my handbag (which was quite a conversation starter when I pulled it out in a meeting at work!) and she regularly brings me whatever she’s been obsessing over for the last hour and plonks it in my lap. It’s not always quite as pleasant as a ball or a toy – a soggy, half chewed bit of rawhide or the remains of one of those slimy bones Ollie gets her aren’t quite so delightful – but hey, it’s the thought that counts. Anyone that knows Beagles knows they don’t like to share, so this really means something to me. You probably think she was just hiding those treats for later, not giving them to me. The thought has crossed my mind – I’m choosing to ignore it.

She makes a darn good hot water bottle…

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Those cold nights are creeping in and with heating costs as high as they are right now it’s very useful to have a little pup to cuddle up to. Everyone knows the best thing for keeping you warm is another sleeping body, so in the absence of another human sleeping body, snuggling up with The Bons makes a great substitute. Plus, I don’t get the volume of cuddles I got when she was a baby, so nothing feels better than when she chooses to climb into my lap for a hug.

She’s always happy to see me…

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There are often days at work when I feel like the whole world hates me, but being welcomed home by The Bons always makes me feel better. I can already see her happy little face in the window as I walk up the drive, and when I walk in the door there she is, all bouncy and waggy tailed, as if she’s saying ‘FRIEND! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!’. You don’t even have to be gone long to encourage this reaction – even a quick trip to the loo has her acting like she hasn’t seen you in months. Truth be told, sometimes if I need a little boost, I just leave the room and come back in again. Works like a charm.

She’s just so god damn cute…

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I can never be mad with this face for long. And she knows it. She just needs to look at me with those big brown eyes and I melt. All it takes is a little head tilt or an offer of her paw and everything is forgotten and I just want to smother her with hugs and kisses. It even works on strangers, often I see a little smile cross someones face as we trot past on our walks and it makes me feel all warm inside. BECAUSE SHE’S ALL MINE!

I’m sure all of this would be a different story if she ever got her teeth into my Louboutins, but until that day comes she’s the best thing I ever did and I know I can rely on her to make a bad day better. Me and Bons against the world!

Bon and Me

My best friend is a dog. Kill me now.

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