How in love are you?

Ditto w/ Brando and surprisingly Trixie too, I say that because I didn't think I could ever love a dog as much as I love Brando but I do, they make my heart melt both of them so I now have to say it is possible to  have two heart dogs at the same time! who'd of thunk it.

I am that way about Harley.  Izzy is making her way there too but my husband is like that with her.  My little Harley is the apple of my eye.  Oh how I love him so much!!!!

After I lost Reese, (my Dal) in the fall of 2004, I really never thought I would be as close to another dog.  I mean I knew I would always have dogs in my life, but never thought I would have the same relationship that Reese and I had.  I got Dasher about a year ago and he is my heart and soul [].  I love when he sits on the couch with me and falls asleep in my lap.  I work from home most days and he also loves to sleep in my lap while I'm at my computer for a few hours in the morning.  He makes me laugh and puts a smile on my face at least  10 times a day [].  Dasher is also my next agility dog and even though he is still a newbie, he saves my butt when I have a "brain freeze" on course. I swear this dog can almost read my mind! []

Sara is definitely a beautie!  How could you not love that face! 
 
Lani was my heart dog and I did not realize how much I loved her until I lost her.   Like the song says "You don't know what you got until it's gone" - very hard lesson to learn.
 
I have Bandit now and I love him too but it feels different.  Call it a more mature love since I now know the consequences of giving him my heart and my vulnerability to his eventual loss.   

I was definately meant to find Mack, we need him and he needs us.  We are in the 'get-to-know-you-stages' and we are very pleased.  We really found a treasure of a dog.  Jules

Words cannot explain how much I love my Kayla.  The first dog DH and I got from the pound was Myla, she got hit by a car and died about 5 months after we got her... and it was very hard, but it really had an effect on how I was with Kayla.  I enjoyed every minute of her life to the fullest because I knew that anything could happen at any time (strange that she did die very suddenly).  But I love her with all my heart with every inch of me.  So fully, wholly, purely.  I have never and will never love anything or anyone like that again.  I would have died for her... I would have been homeless for her.  And still I would give up everything or do anything just to have her back with me, to smell the inside of her ears and to sleep with her.  She knew me... I really think she could read my mind.  We had a realtionship that was amazing... I should have had a lot more time with her.  I was always excited to have her around when I had kids.  I need her in my life.  I still cry at night hysterically and sleep with her ashes.  I know I will develope a strong bond with Bailey, but I know that it is not possible to have anything like what I had with Kayla.  You wouldnt believe all the soul searching and stuff I have been doing lately to try to find a way to live my life without Kayla.  How do you keep going when your life has been ripped apart.  I do though take comfort in her memory, but get angry thats all I have anymore.  I dont think Im handling my grief very well.

I have to say, I feel the same way about Max for sure. Not as much about Millie, although I love her, but Max is my baby. He's asleep on another one of the chairs, and I just want to go give him a kiss, but if I put down my laptop that wakes him up. If he's not home when I get home, I get scared, even though it's just that someone else has him out, although my mom likes to try to trick me.
Millie always barks at people when they come in the house if they don't live here. Yesterday I brought my friend in, and she didn't bark. At first I thought she wasn't home, but I saw her leash hanging up. I actually had to call her downstairs yesterday. She has me worried, and it actually kept me up a bit last night. Even if she's not my baby, I still don't want to lose her.

Wow, you got me thinking, Angel.  Yes, I love Grady with all my heart & soul.  It took me a while to get to that point but I'm there now & it feels great.  I love Aspen but Grady is my boy, he is a mirror image of me, the poor guy. ~L~  He actually listens to me more than DH & I love nothing more than being with him.  Aspen is a joy but he's not my heart dog.  Like Angel, I just want to kiss him & hug him all the time.  He's got a zest for life & an understanding of me that is so affirming.
I think you can have more than on heart dog.  Lucy is my first heart dog but Grady is running a close second.  I really think that alot of it has to do with i-dog.  Lucy was such an easy dog to be owned by.  We hardly had to do any training.  Grady is just the opposite.  I've had to work & work with him.  That work has brought us a lot closer & more bonded.  I would do anything in my power to protect my Boy & I'm pretty sure he'd do the same for me. Don't get me wrong, I love Aspen but it's really only been 4 months & I don't give my heart easily.  I mean my WHOLE heart.
 
PS: Angel, Sara is a gorgeous girl & I can see why & how you can't keep your hands off her.  Give her a big ol kiss for me.
 
Signed,
Sara's number 1 fan

I'm like that with Emma. I was like that with my Grace, too. I agree with Annie. You can have more than one heart dog. Both of those girls made major changes in my life, and I've learned soooo much from them.

I love Teenie, and I hold her and kiss her and play with her and worry about her, but it's not quite the same thing. She hasn't had nearly as much impact on me, and she's Emma's girl, LOL. Emma picked her. She hasn't bonded nearly as well with me as she has with Emma.

I'll always have dogs. I'll always love dogs. I love dogs that aren't mine, and even dogs that I haven't met. Some are just extra special, and bond extra close.

It's funny, I sort of think about how much I love her and what's going to happen to me when I lose her a lot.  I especially think of it when someone looses their dog here.  I usually have a complete melt down crying for the night over the pure empathy that I have for whoever it is. I can't read those dog loss poems without going to pieces.  I can truly imagine how painful it must be, all I have to do is think if it was Willow.   But, I can say this, however bitter the grief, I'll have no regrets.

I've just decided that Nigel isn't allowed to grow any older and he isn't allowed to go anywhere....I'm just still in denial that eventually it will happen, it's just too painful and brings too many tears thinking of his eventual trip to heaven to wait for me.  That's how much I love this dog.

I love Sofia so much that when I found a lump in my breast I cried for hours because I didn't want to be parted from her. The mammogram came back negative, thank God, but you see my point. I have a 'grown' son (in quotes because I think he's trying to put off being older than 19 but he's 25), a boyfriend (we don't live together), siblings but Sofia is my life. I thought about them in passing, but it was Sofia I couldn't bear to be parted from.

Stevie was my heart dog. His death made Sofia and I much closer, and I love her more than anything. But what brought us together the most was Stevie's death. We are both still grieving. We have really clung to each other because of it. It's been over a year, I hope it will get easier one day, but I don't know. Probably not.

I lost my dad in a plane accident when I was 16, and you don't ever get over it. There's always that pain, it's part of being human. That's just life. There is pain and there is joy, and you get to have both.

Sofia is my joy! She is so incredibly beautiful, and funny, and expressive. I see her coyote nature fighting with her dog nature, I always have, and I feel bad for her sometimes. She's kind of stuck between two worlds. Her manner of doing things is so different from a dog-dog's way of doing things. It's like she's tippy-toeing through a world that is alien to her, and things that are routine for a lab or another, well, let's not call them normal, LOL, but let's call them calm and unflappable dogs such as pushing open the bathroom door for the universal dog question, "Are you OKAY in there?" Doing things like that are hard for her. Hunter used to "guard" me in the bathroom. Then he passed on and Stevie took over that job. Now Stevie is gone and Sofia feels she has to do that job, but it's scary for her. I leave the door cracked a little so to make it easier....she puts her nose, then her face in, looks at me with an extremely worried expression, I tell her it's okay....she pushes the door a little bit, it moves, she JUMPS back.......then comes back and ever-so-carefully eases herself in, being verrrrrrry careful not to make the door move again. Then she comes in and gives me the lick on the nose (because obviously I'm the Alpha and I'm marking). Then she lays down. Sometimes she comes and sits right next to the toilet in the little space between the toilet and the wall underneath the toilet paper, as close to me as she can get! The message? I'm here, I'm doing my job! This is a scary room!

You know what your dogs do when you are in the bathroom! The bonk the door open and come right on in. Sometimes they bring you a ball to throw. []

She's not that timid all the time, but it's clear she's not a dog-dog. She's incredibly loving and sweet and it was three years before she'd let me cuddle her. Before that it was the Wild Thing Let Me Go thrash. Now if SHE wants to cuddle, that's a different story.

Her expressions, talking and dog ballet are all hysterical. I wish I had a video camera. She's like my own, personal National Geographic Special on coyote behavior all the time. She's a nutcake. I'm crazy about her.

Talus has brought so much joy into our lives...
It was a 5 hr drive to the breeder to pick him up...
we drove out the night before and stayed in a hotel, i didn't get any sleep...
then 9am at the breeder's...
from the first moment i saw his face i knew i would love him forever....
then it's the joy in his eyes when i come home from work...
the loving kisses to wake me up in the morning...
everytime i look at him i fall in love all over again....

I know how you feel.
 
Blue is my first dog and I wouldn't change a thing. Ever since that first day when I saw him tucked between the shelter owner's legs in her van. Once those blue eyes looked at me that was it I was his.Blue has been the love of my life and I'm enjoying ever moment of his life while fearing the one day we will part again. I loved the first moment he feel in the grass and got grass stains on his fur. Holding his head in my lap and massaging his gums through his teething stage. Rocking him back and forth close to my body when ever he got hurt and wouldn't stop crying. Falling asleep with him close to my body and watching tv together. Making sure he gets fed right, walked, and just seeing his smiling wagging face from work. How could you not love this guy.  I ask a million questions about how was blue's day and I still don't feel comfortable with other's walking him.
 
Yeah he does have a bad habit that he wants to sit in my lap, lay on me on the couch, hog more then half the bed, wont let anyone near me, and can cuss. But Blue is the love of my life and if I do ever find a guy he will have to love Blue just as me. He is like a kid to me how can you feel bad when you come home to someone that doesn't care that you look like crp he will always love you.[]
 
 
  Gosh darn you all now you got me crying.[]