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National Dutch Day


       I was completely sold on the idea to get a dog. I wanted one, and I was just extremely excited to get a miniature Schnauzer. There were two left...the little guy and his bigger brother. I got first choice. Meet Dutch. The love of my life. I didn't realize, as do most people, how much this little creature would greatly impact my life. I know that everyone says they have the best dog, and if their dog means as much to them as Dutch does to me...then they can't be lying.
       I used to have this bear. It was about 3 feet tall, white at one point, and slept with me every night for 23 years. I gave the bear up for this little guy, and he has since become my comfort. When Andrew passed, I was a complete mess. I wept and cursed and acted confused, but not once did this guy leave my side (well...he did piss on my friend Michael 3 times in that one day) but other than that Dutch had to have one paw touching me at all times. 
        This dog has been a physical saving grace. I don't mean to single him out apart from my parents dog, Baron, who has also been a fantastic part of my family, but Dutch is the one who I look at and my heart lurches. Yes, I am probably that creepy person who thinks their pets are their kids. I don't have kids...I have this little guy. And there are not moments when I think I wouldn't do anything for him. He has claimed me as his own (literally) and I him...although I didn't pee on him.
         To the next man who comes in my life: you will be sharing me with this one. We are a packaged deal, and not that I believe dogs come before humans, Dutch was here first. ;-) Boy, with that kind of attitude I will never find a man! 
         Happy National Dutch (I mean Dog) Day!!! 


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