WARNING: This post is a mushy love post about me and my baby!
Can I just say that in the 2 weeks that I have had my Keeley I have fallen so in love with him! I have never had a dog before (at age 24) and have never thought of myself as a "dog person" but my hubby had dogs growing up and really wanted one in our family. After over a year of studying and looking into it we decided to get a Yorkie.
As we were pulling away from the breeders house with Keeley on my lap, my husband said "Touch his nose!" I thought he was crazy, but I did and yes it was wet, yes it was cold. I didn't really understand how much my hubby missed and loved that...And it was cute because he was so excited for me to have my first dog.
Now 2 weeks later I have cleaned up
lots of pee and poop, been thrown up on by a car sick puppy and lost sleep due to a little bed hog. Yet, I realize I am so head over heels in love with this little guy. I think about how much happiness he brings me and I my insides melt.
I don't know why we waited this long to get one in the first place! (But I am glad we did because I couldn't imagine having another one). He is such a sweetie, and I am so glad I have him.
Sorry this is so long and I am getting all sentimental. But I have been thinking today about how much I really love and care for this little guy. I knew I would love him, but it has taken me by suprise how deep it has grown in 2 short weeks!