If you don't like dogs, just stop reading now. This blog will make zero sense to you, and at the end you'll be left thinking, "This kid is some weird freak." I would prefer that NOT happen.

Ok, so let's start by establishing this fact: I LOVE animals. (Except bugs.) I love dogs; I love cats; I love animals with fur, scales, feathers, or none of the above. I once owned a snake- yes, a snake- until it got loose and I completely intentionally accidentally forgot to tell my mother. I still liked that snake. Anything that falls into kingdom Animalia wins my heart. (Except bugs.)

~Disclaimer: Truthfully, I don't know enough about science to tell you exactly what falls into that kingdom, so the above statement may or may not be true. I still love animals.~

So now that you get the picture, let me now point out that my favorite animal is....SURPRISE! Not a penguin. My favorite animal is a dog. I recently have reached this conclusion about myself. I never knew how much man's best friend meant to me until last weekend.

Here's some background. I have a dog. Her name is Abby (from NCIS...watch it) and she is a beautiful, playful, athletic, and loving Border Collie/Labrador. I am also a starving college student who does not make enough money and really shouldn't own one dog, much less two. I did not want another dog. I did not need another dog, and if I were to get one, I really wanted a male Schnauzer so I could name him Ducky or a male Lab so I could name him Gibbs. (Both NCIS names.)

So why did I find myself last Saturday spending $100 to get a female Lab mix? Because when I walked up and kneeled down to pet her, she immediately put her front paws on my shoulders and started licking me in the face. And the lady selling her just had to say, "She hasn't done that with anyone else. She must really like you!" I never thought I'd say this, but I am a sucker for a soft coat and wagging tale.

So now I have Kate. (Yet another NCIS character. It's a really good show.) Kate is the polar opposite of Abby. Abby is overly energetic and never sits down unless we absolutely make her. She loves to play tug, fetch, go running with me, or just perform trick after trick for treats. Kate is laid back. She may fetch a ball a couple of times. She is just as content lying at your feet as running at your side. Abby is crazy; Kate is chill. One thing they have in common: When I arrive home, they both run to greet me and can't stop wagging that tail. That is truly what I love about dogs.

When I was a little girl, I used to sleep with at least ten stuffed animals a night. Now I sleep with two huge ones. Both Abby and Kate come from abused backgrounds, so now they want constant attention and are hard to train. Abby's had some health problems, and Kate is a bottomless pit for food. Yet no amount of money or time could replace the feeling I get watching them play or having them lick my face in the morning. They're by my side always, even when I don't want them there. I wouldn't replace them for anything.

I usually like to conclude things I write with a quote. I searched and searched for the right one, but the truth is no one can truly relate to the feeling between dog and owner (or any pet and owner really) until they have experienced it. There truly is no companionship like it, and it cannot properly be put into words.

Abby, unusually calm

Kate snuck up to nap with my brother. Lazy, lazy, lazy