For as long as I can remember, our family has always had a dog. I remember our beautiful, black, German shepherd in Ecuador, named Ebony. She was sweet and had a litter of precious puppies -- of which I named after my favorite "Sweet Valley High" characters. Pathetic, I know.
Then we had an cute little cocka-poo. His name was Meshach. No matter how much I wanted him to love me, he loved my mom more. Not a problem, since after all, she did feed him and take better care of him. He was probably sick of me constantly wanting to pet and hold him.
Now, Scott and I are blessed to have a wonderful black Lab, Coal. Aside from a heavy shedding problem, he is the sweetest and most obedient dog. I'm so glad he's a part of our family, and I'm thrilled Dani will have pictures and memories of him as she gets older. I do admit that I tend to complain a lot about having to clean up his hair that's all over the place, but I also cherish those special moments with him - when he rests his head on my leg for a little extra rub, when he joins me at Starbucks as I sip a frap and get into a good book, but most of all, just the comfort of having him around.
He loves Dani and enjoys being around her - most of the time. Today he let her just chill with him in his special corner of the laundry room. Sweet moments, hanging out with the dog...
13 years ago