The Other Woman

The minute he laid eyes on the four puppies my husband pointed to her and said she's the one. He visited her everyday and held her in his arms as she napped. The day she turned six weeks old he brought her home! She only spent a few days in the doggy jail because he couldn't take the poor pitiful cries during the night. Sucker! He brought her to bed with us and she immediately snuggled up to him and slept the entire night.

Now five years later nothing has changed. She is in love with my husband! Every night when David goes to bed she lays her head on his chest and settles in for the night. He tells her to get on the end of the bed and she obeys. As I listen for him to fall asleep I watch her. She's smart. She waits for him to start snoring. She quietly starts to make her move. Little by little she inches her way back to her man. If he moves or stops snoring while she's making her move then she will stop dead in her tracks until she knows it's safe again! I told you she was smart.

I wouldn't have it any other way though. She is a constant companion. She is better behaved than the kids. Seriously! We only have to count to two when she is doing something she shouldn't. Being home bound for the past nine months has been survivable mostly because of her. She sits on the bed with me and looks deep in my eyes to let me know she cares. She loves me unconditionally. Her name is Wensleydale, but I call her Precious. She knows she is loved. If I had to share my husband with somebody (or something) else I couldn't have picked any better!