I wish I could love like a dog, unconditionally. Pudding won't notice if I'm wearing brand new Prada shoes or my age old jammies. She doesn't give a hoot about how much money I make, whether I drive a Maserati or a Bug. Whether I'm Christian or Muslim, black or white, Democrat or Republican. She doesn’t care if I live in a condo or the basement in my parents house. Maybe I have thunder thighs or a badonkadonk butt or maybe I’m blessed with a body like Beyonce - Pudding doesn’t care – as long as I have food in my cabinet and I’m good to open a can.

Theres other things I love about Pudding - She wouldn’t complain if my hair was in her face…I wake up with her hair in mine, and her tongue licking my face vigourously almost every morning. And I love it. I'd love to work and play like a dog, with total dedication, purpose and concentration. I love to watch how focused she remains on that airborne frisbee, or ball. Dogs aren't mulling over their walk tomorrow, their meal tonight or their nap in 10 minutes. They live in the moment.

She trusts that we will provide for her needs. She knows when its her meal times - and if her bowl is empty, she'll look up at us, rub up against my mom, whine, and then she’ll go back to sleep until food appears. She doesn’t pace the floor worrying about when the food will come and if it will be enough or if it’s meeting her nutritional needs. Not a worry in the world.

Where else would you get the unexplainable joy of walking through the door everyday and be greeted with uninhibited elation that is comparable or equivalent to winning the powerball/lottery. Everyday. Walk her, feed her, love her, She’s so content with so little and gives so much joy, loyalty and love in return.

I’ve realized there are a lot of things I love about her. . I love my pet, Im not an obessessive owner and though making a blog on my dog may negate my point completely, I have realised how much more I do miss her than I thought.