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This is going to be a story about Fudge. My hope is that I can keep it short, simple, and sweet. Fudge is my most loyal dog. I had it all worked out that I was going to say if you add e-s-t or i-e-s-t to any word, there can be no bigger word or higher praise, but the whole e-s-t thing doesn’t work for most words that mean loyal, and on the adjectives it does work for, I just don’t like or they aren’t the choic-e-s-t. See for yourself.
Main Entry: |
loyal [loi-uhl] Show IPA |
Part of Speech: |
adjective |
Definition: |
faithful, dependable |
Synonyms: |
allegiant, ardent, attached, behind one, believing, coming through, constant, devoted, dutiful, dyed-in-the-wool, firm, on one's side, patriotic, resolute, staunch, steadfast, steady, tried-and-true, true, true-blue, trustworthy, trusty, unfailing, unswerving, unwavering |
I want to use loyalest and spell it just this way, so I hope my Fifth Grade spelling teacher can forgive me for one of the on purpose stupid-e-s-t misspellings ever.
When I was home in Indiana, my mom said again that if truth be told, Vern is my favorite. I get so tired of her saying this and it irritates me beyond belief because it is not true. Sure Vern is goofy, a little needy, slightly nutty, and a cute little impish boy all rolled up in a big, hairy Doodle package, but Fudge is MY dog. MY dog, and she never lets me forget it for one minute. She may prefer John’s belly rubbing to mine, but she always waits to make sure I am coming along, too, if she thinks he is trying to sneak her out of the house for a walk or something. She will wait in the house with me and follow me around to make sure I know she wants to stay with me or I should come along for the ride. Fudge is not a Velcro dog and only does this when she senses we are about to be parted.
Even when John tries to help by taking the dogs for a walk to get them out from underfoot when I have something to do in the house, I always feel like I am being a traitor to Fudge. I am not sure what magical powers John possesses to make the children and dogs prefer to ride with me, but whenever we had to take two cars anywhere, both kids would always pick to ride with me playing the “she just touched me,” game while John enjoyed a relaxing drive. I think it has to do with the fact that he can drive for up to twelve hours without uttering one word and has the ability to elongate his arm to reach small children in the back seat who are ignoring all verbal warnings. I would pick someone else to drive with, too, if I could, and I have actually answered myself just to hear a voice on a long drive. Sometimes, I will even explain to him how a conversation works and I will say something and then turn to him and say, “and now it is your turn,” only to have him say back, “what do you want me to say?” Really, other than hearing a voice, I could have as riveting a conversation with my shoe.
This morning started out like any Sunday morning. Vern came in and woke us up or rather woke me up and oddly enough John was rubbing Vern’s head, but still seemed to be in a deep, deep sleep. It was the kind of sleep so deep his mind was unable to comprehend that a dog needed to go outside and you must rise up from the bed to make that happen. It seems to happen a lot on a Sunday morning. Luckily, I took Vern seriously and out we went. Fudge had her nose turned on, which automatically turns her ears off, and both were outside doing their own thing. I emptied the dishwasher and when I went back out and called them in, Vern made a beeline for the yard because in all that time outside, he had just realized he was out there to do his business and must have sensed a deadline was nearing. Fudge realized since Vern was now busy going potty, she had a few more moments to hunt. Same story, different day.
Once in the house, Fudge always heads back to our bedroom in the hopes that I will go back to bed and John can rub her tummy. This is her absolute favorit-e-s-t time in the whole day and I settled her up with John and went back out in the living room to cuddle with Vern. Vern had a bad night last night because our town had a celebration with fireworks and I wanted to make sure he had recovered. We spent a little time with his paw around me and me telling him I thought he was the bravest dog I had ever met and then I returned back to my bedroom to hop back into bed. I came around the corner to see Fudge had jumped down from the bed and was just sitting beside the bed (borrowing from the Walgreen’s commercial) at the corner of Do I Want A Belly Rub Street and I Should Probably Check on my Mom Avenue. Luckily for Fudge, I was coming back to bed and she didn’t have to put her loyalty to the test, but I appreciated the indecisiveness I could see on her beautiful face. It is nice to know you might rate higher than a belly rub to your dog. So, anyways, that’s my sweet, simple, but not so short story about my loyal-e-s-t dog.
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I can understand how irritating it is to have someone tell you that you have a favorite. It is funny how we can completely love our doodles different ways and for different reasons and have different bonds but love the same amount. It is just like with kids. I have a different relationship with Bexter and Maggie, but that doesn't mean I love one over the other. Every dog is so special. It is so great to have such a loyal companion! Fudge is awesome!
Beautiful pictures of a very special girl.
Glad you clarified your intent to go awry grammatically. Otherwise you would probably be hearing from Mensa.
Soo sweet and what a beauty she is!
Love this tribute to Fudge. Love her independence and loyalty all wrapped together in a beautiful doodle bundle of chocolate.
Fudge, you are such a sweet and beautiful girl. I loved this blog Laurie!
The loyalest and the beautifulest, lol!
Oh Fudge you ARE one of the bestest most beautifulest doodles...
sweet!
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