Puppy Taco

Sept 28th is my puppy, Taco's birthday. He is 11.

He's starting to turn into a little old man. He has cataracts. He can hardly hear(we have to yell). And his breath, well...let's not go there.

For me, he is perfect. The perfect dog. The perfect friend. The perfect fur kid. He is a huge blessing in my life.

I adopted Taco from my Aunt Angie when he was 6 years old. Only months after Taco moved in, my life had some drastic changes. Changes that effected my soul, my spirit and my world as I knew it. Taco was there for it all.

We were a team. Through all the rough times, I could count on him. He would be there when I got home. When I woke up. And whenever I needed love. He was there when there was no one else. He helped me through a lot of transition.

And then came Tom. I had to have Taco's approval...if not, I don't know what I would have done. Taco's a good judge of character you know.

He actually pooped in one my Match.com date's car...twice. I took that as sign.

Tom and Taco are T and T. Similar in personality, both calm and soulful, they sit together on the recliner. Sometimes both snoozing. Sometimes one of them is studying and the other is peeking over the book. But I can tell you this, where there is Tom there is Taco and where there is Taco there is Tom. Don't let Tom kid you. He calls Taco if he isn't right there next to him.

It's amazing that this little furry hero flew here to me from California. And he saved the day. He might not have a cape or the letter S on his chest, but he is truly my super hero.

I love you Taco boy!

xoxox
mama

Happy Birthday Joan

Today is Tom's Mom's Birthday.

She gave me this cactus, the Christmas I met her. Ironically, I'm not good with house plants..but I am with this one. It's been three years.

Funny thing is, that Christmas day was the first time I met her. She had gifts for me waiting under the tree. Me, a girl she had never met.

I remember thinking, when is this boy going to bring me home to meet his family. To be honest, I thought it was weird. I thought, either I'm going to be scary to them, or they are going to be scary to me...that has to be the reason he has never had us meet. It had been a few months.

Well, no one was scary.

He was just one of those guys that didn't take every girl home. Just the really good ones...;)

I didn't have much time with Joan as she passed away less than a year later(fu*&ing cancer). But the time I did have, well...I treasure every moment. I have those memories stored in my head and I keep them there...so she stays with me.

Joan, I use the saying you can't make chicken salad out of chicken shit every chance I get. And I tease Tom and say, don't aggravate that dog. I say it to be funny, but it's actually really special. Those were the last words I remember hearing you say.

I wish you were here.

Know, that your boy loves you with all his heart and soul. And so does his girl...very much.