Being mutually wanted, to me, was a crazy feeling.
Best friend, that's a given, but it's much more than friendship.
She hid until I came along, dozens of people came to see all the puppies, but we both chose eachother.
I'm not her dad, friend or owner, I am her chosen one.
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I can't say I am her dad, nor will I call her a fur baby.
To eachother, we are 'the chosen'.
It's deeper.
She chose me and waddled out of the dark corner of the Amish barn she was born in. She was different, quiet and observant while her brothers vied for my attention.
Our eyes met, she winked. It reminded me of how Moneypenny would look at 007. I stepped over her siblings and picked her up. She dug into my jacket and I brought her to her mother who was pacing outside the stall. I showed her mother I loved her puppy and took Penny home.
Penny is all discombobulated.
She learned about swamps.
She went in neck deep, man!
It smelled like rot.
She rarely sees me upset at her as she IS a good girl, but FML!
The truck, Penny and yours truly were thoroughly detailed...twice.
Lesson learned...once.
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