All My Men

As girls (a huge over-generalization I'm sure) our true loves will always be our pets. There's something about that unconditional, you-are-a-literally-my-everything, kind of love that even the best of boyfriends can't compete with. Yes, there is plenty that we get from our boyfriends that dogs can't give us, and their love is certainly deeper, full of understanding and all that other good stuff; but our men just aren't our dogs... I think more then anything it comes down to vanity, pets have no choice but to love and worship us no matter how long we go without showering or how grumpy we can be. Maybe it's about safety too, because no sane person would be with me if I was mean and smelly.

I come home from work and both my men are there, in my apartment, sitting on the couch. I walk in and shawn looks up from his computer to say, "hey babe." The dog jumps off the couch, squeals and proceeds to jump into my arms and lick every inch of my face because this is his favorite part of the day. The dog continues to delight in my presence for then next several hours while we go for a walk, cuddle on the couch and play tug of war. Shawn likely gets up at one point to give me a kiss, and if he isn't completely caught up in work we'll talk about the day.