...of Pippin, I'd do just about anything.
I love that she doesn't have to be on a leash.
I love her markings- spots on spots on spots.
I love that she hangs out with me in the kitchen whenever I'm cooking and is quick to gobble up whatever makes it to the floor.
I love how she sighs impatiently when we aren't paying attention to her or if she's not getting her way.
I love that she loves to sunbath.
I love the gray hair she's getting in her eyebrows.
I love the way that she smells (most of the time), reminiscent of Fritos.
I love her tiny head and how it looks out of proportion to the rest of her. Tiny head, huge heart.
I love that simply saying the word 'ready' gets her all riled up even if she doesn't know what to be 'ready' for.
I love that she goes to bed in the living room on the sofa but, somehow in the morning, she's always in our room.
I love the way she looks at me with her big brown eyes.
I love that you can put her in a complete trance by rubbing her belly and chest.
I love that she would rather wade than swim.
I love when she eats she whistles.
I love that she's as bossy as me.
I love that she loves riding in the car and that she prefers to co-pilot from the front passenger seat.
I love when she points and stares at anything in the sky, natural bird dog intuition. Clearly, not something she learned from me.
I love that she's a bird dog who 'hunts' anything but birds.
I love that when I think about her I can't help but smile.
I love that she whines excitedly in the car when she figures out our final destination.
I love that she would rather cuddle than do anything else on the planet.
I love how when she's tired she yawns and grunts dramatically until she finally falls asleep.
I love when she's ready to play she follows you around and nibbles your fingertips because it's the only way she knows to get your attention.
I love that she makes me feel like a superstar every time I walk through the door.
I love that when she sleeps, she sometimes mouth breathes.
I love that in the summer she gets highlights on her head and ears.
I love when she wags her nub tail so hard her entire body shakes.
I love how she barks under her breathe sometimes, like whatever it is doesn't deserve the effort of a real bark.
I love that she loves wide open spaces as much, if not more, than I do.
I love that she is down for whatever, whenever. There's a reason she's my ride or die.