About a year-and-a-half ago, I was itching to rescue a dog. Somehow, I managed to talk the fiance into humoring the idea. Then suddenly, this little guy was ours.
It was pretty scary at first. Sure I knew the basics since I had a dog growing up, but fiance never owned a cat or a dog and this was a whole new adventure for him. Neither of us really knew how this was going to turn out.
I don’t think either of us slept the first week Loui was with us. With every tiny move he made, I jumped up and ran over to his little doggie bed. Of course, it was never anything serious or anything at all… I just couldn’t stop worrying. (I’m sure this comes as no surprise.)
And after countless road trips to and from San Antonio and moving twice (including to a new city), Loui has settled in perfectly with the two of us together, all under one roof. We’re one happy family–and he’s our little cuddlebug.
Happy birthday to the guy who is the greatest and sweetest addition to our lives, who is the perfect couch potato partner, who gives infinite kisses and loves us unconditionally. We love you.
