It is hard to find in this world - but I have it. It comes in the form of a furry, four legged canine. My Pokey is a big dog in a little dog's body and he adores me. I have been sick all week with a head cold - you know the kind that turns you into a 'big ball of gross' (I'm quoting my husband there). It didn't matter to my Pokey.
He encourages me to stay in bed; he'll kiss me even when I'm germy; he forgives me when I fall asleep and forget to let him out until later; and snuggles right up to me wherever I happen to sit. With big, black eyes he stares at me with love...OK, either my cold medication is getting to me or I gotta get out of the house soon!
He encourages me to stay in bed; he'll kiss me even when I'm germy; he forgives me when I fall asleep and forget to let him out until later; and snuggles right up to me wherever I happen to sit. With big, black eyes he stares at me with love...OK, either my cold medication is getting to me or I gotta get out of the house soon!