Y'all know how much I love this dog, right? But can i say i HATE his hair??? It's on my sheets, my floors, my tupperware, my toothbrush, my bicycle seat, my water bottle tip, my vodka bottle...it's every where. I've thought of shaving him; but, he would kill me in my sleep. I'm sure of it. I've thought of wrapping him in saran wrap but he would get skinner than me.
But instead...do you know what I do? I love him. I love him no matter what. I love him even though I wake up every day with 2 to 4 hairs in my sleeping mouth. I love him when he growls at me if I move him off my bed, I love him when he nips me because he's so excited, I love him when he lays his arm in his car window while i drive so that passerbys can laugh and point, I love him when he bugs me while I try to meditate, I love him when he brings me a shoe everytime I come home or my friends come over, I love him when he actually wants some love! If anything this dog has taught me, it has been how to love unconditionally. I mean i've learned to love a fucking hairy, big-ass, obnoxious, selfish, self-centered dog.
But you know what else I've learned? That when he leaves me, I will yearn for hair, I will yearn for that nip, and I will yearn for all his signals that we've understood together over our years.
Kody? you better live another 22 years or I will kill you.
