A dear friend of mine gave me a poodle shitzu mix puppy for my b day about four years ago. His name was Little Brother ( for those of you who dont know, there are five girls and 0 boys. so the name fit perfect) Even though he was "mine" he quickly attached himself to my mom. He slept under her bed, played with her, followed her around, and even knew when she was home way before she was pulling into the drive way... my mom became his human.
He loved to go out and run around, but as soon as i whistled he came right home. He was a dear loyal friend to my mom, so when he past away a year ago you can imagine the emptiness at home. I waited a while and then started looking around for another pup to give love to and get love back. I posted on KSL that I was looking for a bigger bread to train as a service dog for Nina.. I got overwhelming responses offering me pups from litters for free. People were to willing to help! I finally picked the one that melted my heart, Layla Mae.
She is a Great Dane/Anatolian Shepard mix bread by a breeder. Why Layla? ummm LOOK at her!!! Plus I always wanted a Great Dane. I brought her home a couple of days before Easter as a surprise for my sisters. I never knew quite how much she would change our lives. She was shy, but quickly opened up and loved getting into the trash ( sense she can reach) sneaking to the basement to hide and destroy all the toys, she even got locked up in my room, when I was away, where she dug at the door and ruined our carpet. Im a dog person for sure... But things with Layla are different. She is my companion when im sick. She is my protector when im scared. She is my cuddle buddy when im lonely and she is my big baby..I think its safe to say I am here human..
She recently turned 1 and she is soo big!
Same tilt of the head as when I first got her... my fav
Last night I felt ill and today I had the flew... TERRIBLE NO GOOD FLU!!! I felt like my tummy was the stage for tap dancers.I feel asleep on the couch as Juan studied for a chem test and Layla chilled on the opposite end of the couch. When I woke up about an hour later I found that Layla was gone and Juan was asleep on my leg. I quickly felt betrayed... Layla must have gone to sleep with Andrea. She sleeps with her on nights that I am out late. But last night I was home. I felt stung. When I got Juan up and walked down stairs to make sure Layla was asleep, no layla. Juan left and I walked up to bed, when I open the door I find Layla fast asleep by my door in her usual spot. I felt loved. She knew I was home and would be to bed soon, but she went up to "her" room and waited for me. I spent all night tossing and turning and moaning with discomfort. Layla got up from her usual spot by the door and laid right next to my bed. She takes care of me. We are best friends.
I think of some of the things that I am scared of about marriage...
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Leaving my sisters
Leaving Layla Mae.
It may sound absurd to some people who say... "she is just a dog" but to me she is soooo much more then that.
We are partners in crime.
yours truly....

