Ellie Mae.

I think the time has arrived for me to introduce the love of my life to all of you blessed souls who read my blog. 

She weighs a little less than six pounds, and she rules my life. 

Meet Ellie Mae.  (And the bottom half of my face.)

A sister of a friend had rescued her and was unable to keep her permanently.  I saw one picture of her and I completely fell in love.  Which is odd.  Because my entire life, I have made fun of people who have dogs that don’t really look or act like dogs. 

This is Sadie Grady.

She, also, is the love of my life.  (Yes, I have more than one.  Don’t question it.)  She is a German Shepherd/Husky mix that I rescued from the pound about 5 years ago, and she is currently living with my parents. (They treat their dogs better than my brothers and I were treated as children.  Her dog house is a mini log cabin with shingles and a fake chimney.  Thanks, Daddy.) 

Though Sadie is way too intelligent for her own good, and though she is quite the snob at times, she is definitely a real dog. 

She looks like a real dog.  She barks like a real dog.  She smells like a real dog.

Ellie Mae doesn’t really look like a real dog.  She doesn’t bark like a real dog.  And she most definitely does not smell like a real dog.

She smells like old socks.

(Sorry Ellie.  Didn’t mean to embarrass you.  But you really do.)

Also, Ellie Mae may or may not be ridiculously spoiled.  She can’t handle it if she feels like I am paying more attention to something or someone else than I am to her. 

Yes. She is really asleep on my laptop.  

I’m not totally jaded.  I know that Ellie Mae is not a pretty dog. 

She very clearly has one of those faces that only a mother can love.   But every once in a while, if the light is JUST right, and if close your right eye and cross your left, she kind of looks cute. 

Kind of.

She really is an awful pet.  She has no concept of personal space (one time she caught me off guard and I swear, she licked the inside of my teeth), she is an attention whore, she is quite spiteful, and she is fairly promiscuous.

It is not unusual for her to be walking through the living room and stop mid-stride, look around to be sure everyone is watching her, and start humping the air. 

I have witnesses.

She is a horrible excuse for a dog, but I love her to the moon and back. 

Have a good weekend, boys and girls.