The dog named Fluffy who isn't very fluffy

I didn't mean to take a week off from the blog, but sometimes things happen in real life that have to be dealt with. Blech. Believe me, I would rather be editing photos and writing posts for the blog than what I've been doing for the last week. Maybe I'll bore you with what's been going on a little later, but for now I'll focus on the good things in my life. You know, the little things that keep you sane when what you really want to do is run away and change your name so no one can find you. So let me introduce you to Fluffy.

I don't want to be one of those people that goes on and on about how their pets are their "children" because, no. But, I do love my Fluffy dog. When I was growing up we never had dogs or cats, the occasional bird or fish sometimes, but nothing that wasn't kept contained. When I was away at college my mom started having problems with a creeper outside the house. The police were supremely unhelpful and their only advice was to move or get a dog. After much debate and consideration, my mom and my sister went to the Humane Society to look at dogs. As they walked by the kennels all the dogs were jumping and barking, except for one who was quietly standing on her hind legs, almost like she was dancing. When you're considering a dog for adoption they put you in a room and let the dog in to see if it's a compatible match. Before they let the dancing dog in the room with my mom and my sister, they were told they shouldn't be disappointed if this dog didn't warm up to them, that she had been there for over six months and was very skittish around people. When the dog was let into the room, she sniffed around, went over to my mom, who was sitting on the floor, and promptly tried to climb into her lap. That sealed the deal, she decided she was ours.

She came with the name. I don't know why she was named Fluffy because she isn't. A bunch of people tried to tell us we should change it, but it seemed kind of mean. She knows her name and she didn't need any more confusion when she was trying to settle into a new home with new people. Plus, it fits in with our family's sense of humor. A Fluffy dog who isn't fluffy fits in perfectly with us.

These photos were taken when she was wrapped up in her favorite ratty pink blanket. She loves that blanket. When she's cold or tired, she loves to be wrapped up in it and fall asleep in a little ball. She even sticks her nose in so only her ears hang out.

When I took these photos she must have been very tired because most of the time if you get anywhere near her (with or without a camera) she wakes up so she can lick you to death. Which is why I love her. Even when I'm stressed out, even when I'm in a bad mood and I've managed to alienate everyone else, this silly little dog doesn't care, all she wants to do is lick me to death.