That’s My Dawg
Let’s get one thing straight: JD bought Polo for me. As in my husband gifted the dog to me back in 2006. Somewhere along the line, however, Polo became his dog. I mean, Polo is our dog, but if push came to shove, Polo is his dog. And I’d be lying if I didn’t get a little jealous here and there. Or alot jealous.
To Polo’s credit, he does know how to make my heart melt everyday and I’ve been known to tawk ah whiddle puhppie tawk with him since I know he loves it so much. And when he wants to cuddle? Totally my dog.
On Friday I had an upset stomach, but by Friday night I was curled in a fetal position in the back of the car wishing for deliverance from what I realized was food poisoning. When JD and I got home, I climbed the stairs and went straight to bed, ignoring Polo and our ritual Squeal/Hug Fest upon every arrival.
For the next couple days, I remained in bed, nibbling on crackers. Oh, and DYING. I don’t wish food poisoning on my worst enemy, but if it did happen, I’d hope they have Polo by their side. A funny thing happened these past few days in bed: Polo never left my side. Even when JD bribed him with walks and treats, his ears perked, but he remained curled up on my belly. For two and half days, Polo only left when JD forced him to go on his walks.
Last night–the first night I was able to get out of bed and walk on my own–Polo ran downstairs and ran laps around our living room. Little doggie wind sprints. His tail wagged and he grabbed his toy and then did more laps. JD and I just stood there in bewilderment. It was like Polo’s version of Palm Sunday. I turned to JD and was all, Dude, why didn’t YOU do that for me too?!
So, this is just a cyber thank you to the world’s best dog, Polo. I’m still not in the best shape, so I’m blogging from bed and whadda ya know? Polo still curled up on my belly.
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