While I am admittedly prone to mood swings, I consider myself a generally level-headed person. I'm not always happy. Happiness is a struggle sometimes. It's part self-awareness, part circumstance, and part environment. Those elements can be tricky to coordinate, since not all of them are up to us.
There are obviously a lot of happy things in my life. I have an awesome family, amazing friends, and my life is just peachy. Sure, there are a few things that I'm struggling with: I can't find a job in my field, I feel like my life is buffering, and all of my best friends live across the country. BUT...
Something has been making me super happy as of late. The sort of happy that can never be spoiled. The kind of happy that glows, radiant. No matter how bad my day is, I can go home and I know that a big bundle of happiness is waiting for me.
Let me introduce you to the source of my happiness.
On June 10th, my family got a new addition: a purebred yellow lab named Gus.
My dad recently retired, and we bought him a dog as a retirement present. My dad is constantly outdoors, and he had a very special attachment to our previous dog, a Golden Retriever named Goldie, who was a part of our family from 1994-2006. Retirement marked the perfect occasion for a new furry addition, since pets obviously require a lot of time and attention.
It was my job to find and choose a puppy.
I first started at local humane societies and animal shelters, but we knew that my dad wanted a yellow lab (or a mutt that "looked like a yellow lab"). The shelters and kennels didn't have anything remotely like a yellow lab. I then moved to breeders, using websites and local classifieds to track down anyone with available puppies in our price range. I ended up seeing a few different puppies, which were all super cute, but I didn't "click" with any of them. They didn't seem like "our dog."
Then I saw the above picture of baby Gus, and I fell in love. My dad an I went to see him the next day. When we drove into the driveway, the breeder was sweeping out the garage, and a little yellow furball was chasing the broom around. Dad and I immediately said, "Oh. My. God. That's our dog!"
We took him home that very same day, and he slept in my lap the entire ride home.
Each day Gus's personality shines a little bit brighter. He's bumbling and silly, cuddly and mischievous, floppy and very, very lovable. He could chew your arm off and you'd still love him when he gives you his puppy eyes.
Every day I fall a little more in love with him, and he has brightened my life more than I ever thought possible.
|Gus and a makeup-less me, right after we bought him|
|his collar was too big.|
|The cuteness is unbearable.|
|On the dock at our cabin, likely getting scolded.|
|They see me prowlin', they hatin'...|
|His little puppy nose never developed all of its pigment, so it's freckled with pink spots.|
|Oh hai! I brought you a humongous stick!|
In closing, I'm in puppy love. And I think that puppy love is the best kind of love! Sorry for the super-gush about my dog, but I'm sort of crazy about him.
Do you have any pets? I'd love to hear about them and/or see a picture! Tweet me some pictures!