A bundle of joy

I found out today another friend of mine is having a baby...

It feels like everyone's either getting married or getting pregnant.

I mean, seriously... probably 60% of my friends are moms and/or wives.

WHY??? Yeah, yeah... I knowwww! Because they have found "the one" and they are truly "in love".

Well, all I can do is wish them all the best, believe it or not... I know I am The Grinch when it comes to relationships, but I don't ever wish them any bad stuff or any harm at all. I do wish them the best of luck and hopefully they will prove me wrong one day and they will show me that love is as a matter of fact, worthwhile. In the end, if it doesn't work for me, I'm glad it does for them.

Anyway... while all this is going on, while all my friends are getting pregnant left and right, I have my own little bundle of joy at home.

I, like them, have my own baby whom I get to come home to...

True, she may not scream and call me mommy, but she can wag her tail and bark louder than any baby ever will :)

Yes, I'm talking about my puppy, Mia.

I know some people may say I'm crazy and a dog will never ever compare to a child, and in some ways it may be true... But the truth is, I don't need to find a guy to knock me up to have someone who's happy to see me at home.

If you ever met Mia you would understand why I say she's my baby...

I mean, she sleeps with me every night, but not just in my bed... She sleeps like right next to me, and if I happen to get hot and I push her away (which is kinda hard considering she weighs like 50-60 pounds, at least) she cries and slowly goes back to where she was.

When we wake up in the morning, she stretches and kisses (err, should I say lick?) me good morning; she has breakfast with me, she goes out for a walk with me, she sits next to me while I read the newspaper and brings me her toys so I can play with her.

If I need to go somewhere, the grocery store, the corner store, or anywhere where I won't take forever, she goes with me, always sitting in her seat: the passenger seat.

She cries when I leave, and jumps like craaaazy when I come home...

The way she looks at me is just amazing... She truly is always happy to see me.

When I'm sad, when I have absolutely no strength left and I feel like just giving up, she comes running around the corner with her squeaky toy in her mouth and sets it on my lap. Oh, and she can tell when I'm sad too and I don't feel like playing... she'll sit next to me and just stare at me with those big dark eyes, she won't even move... she will just sit there... I can literally cry on her and she will lick my face, almost like saying "it's going to be ok"... She's my one and only company, that's for sure... I sure as hell wish my friends were as loyal and awesome... No offense.

I know, some people might even say I'm crazy because no matter how many dogs I have, it will never be the same as hearing your own child say your name, or call you mommy, or tell you they love you... I know, I get that...

But at the same time, I also have the advantage of never having Mia call me a witch or tell me she hates me for not letting her go out on a Friday night or because I don't like the boy she's dating.

No matter how many times I get mad at her, she will always come running when she sees me and will always kiss me goodnight...

So, in spite of what others might say or think, I do have my own baby too...

I'm not married, I haven't been and probably won't ever be pregnant, but I have my own little kid at home, and it's ok if she doesn't get to say I love you to me... In this kind of situation too, an action says more than a thousand words...

Thank God for her.