Two years. Wow. I know people always say "I can't believe it's been x years! I feel like it was just yesterday.", but I truly do feel like it was just yesterday I brought home my tiny (2lb) puppy, never dreaming she'd turn into the beautiful, smart, famous (kinda, LOL!) girl she's become.
I can recall every detail of the night Nola came home, call back every single emotion I felt; the excitement, the joy, the instant connection. I remember that very first night I hardly slept at all, like a kid on Christmas that was too excited to sleep. But I wasn't anticipating anything, for I had the best gift I could imagine (and I still think I do).
|Nola's first night home|
Nola has made me see life in a different way, and made me live it in a way I never had before. Nola's taught me to never, ever give up. She's taught me that sometimes you just have to let go and act like an absolute moron, because if you go through life all serious and ho-hum, you're not living. Life's about having fun, as cliche as it sounds.
She's taught me to see beauty in everything, no matter how small and insignificant.
She's taught me that all it takes to light a fire of determination is a single spark of passion.
She's taught me to have patience, something I had 0 of (and, admittedly, still don't have a ton of) before.
She's taught me to enjoy the simple things in life, like a romp on the beach or good homemade food.
She's taught me to try to forgive and forget, and if I can't, that's okay.
Nola came into my life during a very, very difficult time. I am not exaggerating when I say I don't know who I'd be if I didn't have Nola. I probably wouldn't be a very nice person.
Nola was my Christmas present from my mom. I've never really thanked her, really thanked her, for the incredible gift she gave me.
Mom, I cannot put into words how much Nola means to me, or how much it means to me that you gave her to me. Thank you.
Nola is what I call a "heart dog". A dog like no other, a once in a life time friendship. There will never be another dog in my life like Nola. Never. Nola's left her little paw prints on my heart, and they'll stay there forever, even when Nola is no longer with me in body (God willing that is a LONG, LONG, LONG, LONG time away).
This dog has given me more grief, worry, grey hairs and sometimes frustration than I ever thought possible. But, she's given me a bond I'm unable to describe, though I'll never stop trying. She sparked my passion for photography, and for writing. She's given me kisses, snuggles and a helping paw when I needed it most. She's given me laughs, more than I can count. Most of all, she's given me the incredible privilege of calling her my dog. I love you, Noly Bean.
Well, now that I'm bawling (tears of happiness!) over my computer I should probably wrap this up. :)
I want to thank all of you, Blogville, for letting me share my life with my crazy, fun loving Doxie.
P.S. Yes, I know it's B&W Sunday, but it's a very special day! So I'm just posting the blog hop below. I know, against the rules, but I'm the inventor of B&W Sunday and one of the co hosts so I make the rules. ;)