Here come the emotions!

I've been pretty good not being an emotional wreck or moody, but last night I was laying in bed with the dog and I started to bawl thinking of her getting old or god for bid having to put her down. I love this dog more than life itself, she's been my buddy for the past 4+ years. She gets me off my butt after work and makes me go out and walk. She's allowed me to meet some very cool friends just because she's such an outgoing, adorable dog and people want to meet her. 


She's only 5, we have many, many years before anything drastic happens, and she's a very healthy dog, so I'm blaming this all on the hormones! 


But look at this face?! Love, love, love!!