month 60

Dear Chloe,

I have been a very bad mommy and I haven’t written about you and your wonderfulness in a very long time.  This is in fact my first monthly letter to you and it’s been 65 glorious months of getting to know you.

You are at an age where you love to be held and kissed a lot.  You are very affectionate but you never kiss back.  I think this might be breed related or that perhaps your former Mama didn’t teach you how to kiss or perhaps she discouraged that behavior.  I can’t tell.  I think about your other Mama a lot.  I watch you every day and wonder how she could not have seen your wonderfulness and wanted to love you back as I do. She was surely blind.

You spend your days sleeping on the couch with a big fluffy comforter that I just washed for you last night.  Yes, I wash your blankie for you because I want only the best for my girl.  I also have a large measure of guilt for our “no dog in the bedroom while we’re away from home” rule.  Every morning you insist that I dig you out of your doggie fetal position deep within the confines of the comforter on the bed in the bedroom you must leave, and I remind you of the rule. 

You spend your days barking at the mailman and anything that moves outside the living room window.  You have adjusted very well to our recent move and it only took you a week to learn where your house is and where you’re meant to go back after a walk outside.  I was very proud of you the night you headed straight for our new front door.  You are gifted for a doggie.  You are such a sweet girl and I cannot imagine my life without you.  I am a better person since you came into my life.  I’m so happy I can share your days and nights with you.

I love the way you jump in the bathtub to tell us you need water.  I equally love the way you find the utmost joy in any sunbeam shining into our home.  You are the warmest softest creature I have ever known.  I love that you inspire me to sing, dance and be silly.  This is what your Daddy calls my “multiple personality”.  You bring out the joy within me.  I love that you still go crazy for toys and you still expect us to bring something home for you.  Your hope knows no boundaries. I especially love to see you prance around the house with that one long toy that is longer than you.  You own that toy, you dominate it somehow despite its size.  I love that you are bigger than your height or weight will ever measure.  Your immense sweetie, you are so immense.

The other day I was reading about your breed and learned that you can live to be 14 to 17 years old.  I wanted to highlight that sentence, then multiply it by seven too.  I already know there will not be enough days with you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Mommy