In her blog today, the incredible Suzie of Suzie81speaks challenges us, “We want to know from you what love is.” She really wants an answer. The media is on alert.
So I started thinking about all the people I love: the grumpy Prince Curmudgeonly I married 30+ years ago, four amazing children, the UMAG (Universe’s Most Adorable Grandbaby), friends who would bail me out (or not because they’d be in the next cell over), family, and my dog.
But there’s only one who loves me with a single-minded intensity that eclipses all else—with the possible exception of meal times. And her ball. Being the center of my dog’s universe is heady stuff (even if it’s a canine universe that often smells pretty ripe, regurgitates disgusting things under my dining room chair, and farts a lot).
As I looked over old posts to see if I had any non-canine stories of love, I realized two things. First: Nope. Second: Some of the best parts of any post are often the comments from readers. And that brings me to today’s blog post.
Admit it: you didn’t think I had a thing to write about. Well, actually you’re right. But obviously, that’s never stopped me. Here goes. [Rolls up her sleeves.] Just remember: I’m a professional writer, boys and girls. Do not try this at home.
Last year I asked for love stories about pets, and posted several here. The stories were great, but I think the comments were better. One of my favorite exchanges was with Elyse, who blogs at FiftyFourandaHalf. It went like this: