So, last night Doug called me when he got back from the Tuesday night class he's teaching at Samford to catch up on the day. I had forgotten Horatio had gone to the vet yesterday to get his teeth cleaned. Doug mentioned that he was licking his arm where he had gotten shaved from the IV, and I remembered. When I asked how it had gone, Doug said that H had needed 2 teeth pulled because they were loose and infection could have started to set up.
Even though H is completely fine, I almost started crying! As someone who didn't grow up with pets, I never understood other people's deep attachment to animals. Now, I miss Horatio when I haven't seen him for a while. I love sitting with him, petting him, and loving on him. One of my favorite things is when I feel him snuggle up against my back and fall asleep during the night when I stay at Doug's.
I love the little guy and feel like he is an incredible bonus to how much I care about Doug. I always thought I would hate having do hair everywhere, but I like it when I look down (especially when I haven't been over in a few days) and see one of his hairs on my pants or coat. It just fills me with warmth.
Seriously, though, if I get this emotional about our dog, I really couldn't handle having kids :)
