1- I love my dog.
2- If you ask me what the #1 thing in my life is, the answer is my dog.
After that in no particular order comes a small list of other things that in my eyes will never be as important as my dog.
Nova came to me at a point and time in my life where I was struggling so heavily and trying to hide that struggle that I was not sure about how I was going to continue on. She was supposed to be a gift for my daughter, for us to share, or to replace me if I happened to not be there anymore.
Instead, she became MY dog. She didnt leave my side and still hasnt left my side, and has basically been the only thing keeping me alive for the past 5 years.
Not that people want to hear that. But she has been. For such a small creature she sure gives out an enormous about of unconditional and pure love. She is as loyal as anyone or anything could be and always know when I need her the most.
I do not dress her up in frilly dresses and carry her around in my purse, nor do i believe in a doggy manicure... that shits just weird. But I have no shame in obnoxiously cuddling with her and doggy baby talking with her sometimes because she is in all sense of the word my little princess, and I like her to know that!
If it comes down to it, I will chose my dog over you. So its best not to make it come down to that, because it, for me, is no contest. Nova has never once judged me or turned away from me, she doesnt care that Im 1000 ways fucked up in the head and some days dont get out of bed to do anything but take her pee and feed her. She wont turn her back on me if I decide certain things and she certainly wont give up on me or disown me because she refuses to acknowledge and educate herself on my mental illness.
Nova is better than that.
She is 5 pounds of all bark and no bite.
She is my sweet little princess.
And she will ALWAYS be my #1.