Friday, February 25, 2011

I love my dog.

Why write a post to my dog? Because sometimes when I'm driving and he looks at me in the rearview mirror, I am overcome with love. Because his audible yawns in the morning provide the most gentle alarm clock a girl could have. Because he gets 'helicopter' tail when he's at his happiest. Because he is a rumpled mess of fur and dreadlocks, but he thinks he looks great. Because he hates the rain and stepping in puddles, but LOVES to get toweled off. Because he is lying on the floor next to me even though we have multiple rooms where he could be. Because he gets so excited when my husband comes home that he wags his tail uncontrollably knocking things off every surface. Because he loves me so much that I find my discarded socks, bras, t-shirts and pajamas in his bed. Because he still has the capacity to surprise me, even though he is so predictable. Because he gives kisses on command. Because he sits at the vet office and doesn't freak out when an errant bulldog tries to bite him. Because his paws smell like popcorn. Because he thinks squeaking toys are the most amazing thing a person could give him. Because he somehow knows to be gentle with babies and old people. Because he loves my dad and my brother, even though men make him a little nervous. Because his bark is big enough, his stature imposing enough to be our alarm system/theft prevention device. Because he tries to sit on my lap, even though he is 103 pounds. Because he never allows me to feel lonely.

Porter has been the single best addition to our lives since our wedding on 10/14/06. Even on a day like today (rain on top of snow forming slushy puddles the size of swimming pools) he makes me get outside to walk and breathe fresh air. His uncompromising desire to smell every little rock makes me pause to observe the world around me. Despite the plethora of furballs, the chewed shoes from puppyhood, the responsibility of owning him, I am so grateful for his life, his quirks, his funny personality.

Porter, we love you so much. I just wanted to let you know. I hope we tell you enough.
The day we adopted our little "Bumpers"

I spent every morning of his first 4 weeks at our house holding a bully stick for him to chew.

His first bed.
Snuggles with Mom.
Porter helps Jon with tile removal during our first home renovation.
17 weeks old.

Fall in the Pioneer Valley, our new home.
Porter loves the snow.

Our 2010 Christmas Photo

Showing off his Capt'n Hook whiskers. Porter love to snuggle. And so does Jon.

Looking rather regal with the Holyoke Range behind him.


  1. Porter is one of the most wonderful puppies I have ever known. I miss my boyfriend! We love you in Milwaukee! And yes, you are so handsome.

  2. the picture of him at 17 weeks forced an involuntary squeal from me! we love Porter!!

  3. He is just the cutest dog in the world! That picture of him in his first bed just made me melt. What kind of dog is Porter? I recognize the breed but I can't place a name to the face. If you guys are looking for a good christmas gift for him you should take a look at this orthopedic doggie bed its the perfect pet gift. Its one of those memory foam pet beds, but for like $100 cheaper then what we saw at our local petstore at least. They say they're really good especially for older and larger dogs, it takes off some of the stress on their old joints. My boyfriend and I just picked one up for our Husky Nook, and he loafs on it half of the day haha! Take care and I hope you and Porter have a Happy Holiday :)