Texas and I met when I visited my youngest sister in Charlotte a number of months ago. One of Amy’s passions is her dogs.
Not just any dog, but big dogs.
Mastiffs, to be specific. And multiples (right now they have 3) but that’s another crazy.
I remember the pictures she sent when she and her husband adopted Texas, a velvety gray Neopolitan Mastiff with droopy jowls, sad eyes, and gigantic feet. And an enormous head.
Frankly, I thought they were crazy. Are you kidding me? A dog that could eat an entire Christmas ham in two bites? And they already had Moose, a Lab/mastiff/something-else-huge mix with the energy of a perpetual 13 year old boy.
Well, when I visited Amy last year, the first thing Texas did was, well, decide that I had been missing out on all the big dog fun. Although he is getting up in age, whenever I walked in the room, there he would lumber over to be with me.
Did you know that I am the perfect size to lean against? Did you know that when I sit on the sofa, my lap is just at the right height for a big dog to rest his head upon? Did you know that my fingers have the perfect genetic positioning that I can scratch the exact spot behind the ears that NO ONE ELSE IN THE WORLD can quite do as well?
How could I NOT fall in love with a creature that was convinced that he had waited his entire life just to find the perfect person to lean against?
Texas, sweetheart, I miss you too, although we’re going to let Mommy clean up the drool and the poop and the other big dog stuff.
My little quiltie does not do Tex justice, but it’s so nice to remember how a sweet giant adopted me for a short time.
All the best -