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!