i love this dog. many have told me i treat her as if she were my daughter and...that's correct (thoughtful agreement to the consensus head bob). i didn't set out with that outcome in mind, but things have a way of navigating in a certain direction with the deliberate and involuntary "way" one goes about living one's life. and i am rewarded tenfold, every day. chucky affectionately jokes that she is like the secret service. always there, lurking behind you with the only hint of her existence is her sudden warm breath upon your arm or leg with her whiskers tickling your skin. she even crawled into bed with uncle steve while he dog-sat for us last year. already half-asleep, he thought she was his wife but then moments later heard uncharacteristic snoring and then the bed started shaking. in confusion he turned to see a 125-pound mass of fawn fur having a "chasing rabbits" dream (which is pretty common among dogs, but it becomes something quite more when the thing that's running in its sleep weighs as much as a grown human). in case you're wondering, my aunt slept on the couch that night. uncle steve always laughs when he tells that story...and my heart beams when he finishes it, always with the same sentence while chuckling: "i love kai-doggie." i know, anyone who meets her & gets to know her ends up saying that too. she is extraordinary.
never very far, no matter what you are doing around the house
warms my heart
