If you follow me on Instagram, then you are already well versed in the monumental life news that Wilson and I got a dog last month. Her name is Ladybird Jones of Habersham, she goes by Birdie, and she is the best dog I have ever known. She has my coloring and Wilson’s big head, which we hope she will grow in to. She has an affinity for eating and enjoys eating sticks in particular. She likes carrying magnolia leaves in her mouth while we walk, and running and jumping on anyone with white pants (sorry lady in the square last night!). It seems she shares Wilson’s fondness for white pants. Like father like daughter.
Taking her home for the first time. She immediately fell asleep with her head on my shoulder and I decided that I liked her quite a bit.
We took her on a bike ride a few weekends ago and she enjoyed it for the most part I believe. She fit perfectly in the basket and therefore I didn’t care if she enjoyed the bike ride or not — I made her do it anyway. Builds character.
Like any baby, she likes to be held as such. And I am more than happy to oblige.
This was the other morning at 4:15AM when she decided to bark very loudly. I was so mad at her until I looked in the mirror at the bottom of our stairs and realized she was clutching to me like a real human child. I think she actually is a real human child in a dog costume.
Too sleepy to open her eyes for the picture.
We are working on what it means to be a Southern lady. She has a very liberal interpretation.
No pictures, please.
Yes we hold the dog all the time.
One afternoon Birdie Facetimed me when I was on my way home from work stuck in traffic. She was wondering where the hell I was. She has a very strict eating schedule. FEED ME DAMMIT. I’M SO HUNGRY.
THIS PICTURE MAKES ME SO HAPPY.
We told her dogs were supposed to ride in the back of the car. She wasn’t sure what we meant.
Birdie’s first boat ride this past weekend.
She thoroughly enjoyed it.
So much so that she fell asleep in her water bowl.
Last night I was so angry with her — Wilson was out of town and therefore I was on solo Birdie-duty and she was so bad. The worst. She peed on me, peed on a rug, ripped a hole in my dress, and carried around a dirty Q-Tip in her mouth that she found in (hopefully) our trash can. I almost threw up. Still might.
But this morning it was like she knew what an asshole she had been and decided to make it up to me by being the cutest, sweetest, most loving puppy ever. She got in my lap when I woke her up this morning and licked the entire side of my face in one swoop. She circled around my legs and sat at my feet while I put on my makeup. She trotted after me while I walked back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom while getting ready, patiently sitting on her haunches while I picked out what to wear. She recommended the white dress, which is what I chose, obviously. It’s that type of devoted, unrequited love that makes dogs so special. They love without abandon, try to please you to the best of their ability, and give the messiest, grossest, and most loving kisses ever. I’ve fairly certain Birdie has eaten half of my foundation and bronzer after licking my face so much.
I’d like to apologize in advance for the obnoxious amount of photos that I will most likely post here on SST and on Instagram, but she’s just so damn cute and sweet and I love her. I hope you do too.