Another way I let Myrtle know I love her...

I licked clean the blob of sour cream in her hair when it fell out of the end of her burrito.  A burrito that she would not share with me.  That's the kind of fellow I am.  Even in the face of extreme selfish behavior, I turn the other cheek and saved her a second hair washing of the day.

This is my life with Myrtle.  Amos Adams signing off!

Turtle love...

Oh, how Myrtle loves me!

Turtle was in need of surgery.  You see, I had loved on his leg a bit much.

Actually, Turtle has been in need of surgery for a couple of months.  Myrtle, though, has been tired. So, Turtle has been living on top of the bookcase in the living room, where he could keep on eye on things for me.  Or at least that's what my puppy momma said that Turtle was doing.

As a reward for thrice now letting Myrtle know I needed to go outside for some major business, Myrtle told me that she would tend to Turtle.  However, what she didn't tell me was that she was going to give him an all important addition to his innards, since I had so helpfully provided an opening.

Yep!  You guessed it!  Myrtle loves me so very much that she added a squeaker to Turtle's belly!  A while back Myrtle bought an entire bag of squeakers when she was looking for a replacement squeaker for one of my babies.  A whole bag of love waiting to enter my life!

Boy, does love abounds in this home.  I love Myrtle.  Myrtle loves me.  And I love, love, love Hippo, Flower, Froggy, Bumble Bee, Duckie, Lady Bug, and now Turtle!

For the past 75 minutes, I have been frolicking with Turtle, happily squeezing his belly.  Myrtle was amazed I kept going for so long.  But I just couldn't help myself.  I am so very happy to have Turtle back in my life.  And I am really, really, really happy that he's got a squeaker.  Remember, a fellow simply cannot have enough babies in his life...especially ones that have squeakers!

As you can see, I am sort of tuckered out.  However, I really couldn't leave Turtle all alone after being alone up on that bookshelf for so long.  If you look closely, you will see Turtle peaking out from beneath me.  I figured that he would like to join me for my nap.  I'm rather thoughtful that way!

This is my life with Myrtle.  Amos Adams signing off!  

Let me count the ways...

So, Uncle Dolph asked me what are the ways that I tell Myrtle that I love her.  Well, honestly, there is not enough space on the entire Internet to answer his question, so great a canine fellow am I.  But I thought I would tell you of a few:

Here is one of them:

You see, Myrtle loves, loves, loves when I snore.  She says that I sound like a giant beast when I snore.  She says that no matter how many times I might snore in a single day, each and every time she finds herself smiling and laughing even.  She says that I have a rather wide range of sounds in my snores, from tiny whuffles to booming rattles.  Myrtle tells me that she cannot really capture the good stuff because whenever she moves she wakes me.  I am sure she will keep trying.  Meanwhile, if you watch though, you will see me having a dream and hear some whuffling.  Aren't I not the most handsome guy even whilst asleep?  

Of course, it is not just about the snoring.  Myrtle loves that I prefer to be in contact with her while I am sleeping.  Here's a photo of me last night.  I have my head on her upper arm, while my paws are draped across it as well.  I like curling up beside her, lying on her belly, tucking my chin in the crook of her elbow, leaning on her leg, squeezed between her and the end of the couch, curled behind her head on the back of the couch, sprawled on her bed pillow while she reads...really, the list is endless.  The point is that I know Myrtle craves safe touch.  Basically, I tell her that I love her by letting her that she is not alone even when I am sleeping.  So good am I at this that even when I am sleeping and she shifts about in the bed, I shift, too, so that we are still connected in some fashion.  Yep...I am that good!

You know, Uncle Dolph, this specificity is kind of hard.  I mean, really, by just breathing I show Myrtle that I love her.  I did survive having a vicious pit bull try to eat me.  But, let me think a bit more.  Well, I also:

• Make any morning a good morning because I shower her with kisses when she awakes, wagging my tail, letting her know how excited I am to spend another day with her;
• Follow her around the house, helping her with chores...especially shredding paper that she can then use to light her fires;
• Work very hard at compromises, like figuring out how to straddle the corner of a sidewalk so that I can pee outside even when the grass is wet and no dog should ever be made to walk on it.
• Ride around on her shoulders so that she does not strain her arm muscles;
• Pre-clean all her dishes so she does not have to stand at the sink as long; 
• Greet her with great exuberance each time she returns to the house so that she knows she was missed;
• Learn how to do new things, such as how to go up and down all the different types of steps in the house so that she no longer has to carry me (there are four kinds: wooden steps, carpet steps, open steps, and curving attic steps); and
• Forgive her for being stingy with bacon.

This is my life with Myrtle.  Amos Adams signing off!