When I look at my dog I see bright eyes and excitement. Nothing but happiness and love. When he lays with me at night before I go to bed or I'm just sitting on the couch holding him the look in his eyes says I'm the most perfect thing that has ever held his tiny little body. He knows the love I have for him it's more love then I could have for any being on this planet. When I tell him to pick up his toys his tantrum screams three-year-old. He's like a child in every way. As I leave for work or to run errands he runs to the window to stare at me. His little paws outstretched in fear that I may not come home to him. But as evening approaches and I walked back through the door his eyes glossed over as if it's the first time he seen me. He runs to me and looks at me as if there was no one more perfect on this planet. When my depression acts up he is right beside of me. His paw in hand as if he's telling me we will get through it together. His Wild and Free Spirit and his strong-willed attitude keep me going every day. He speaks to me as if he were speaking the same language. His love knows no bounds and I am his perfect being. He is careless in a way that's Majestic Like the Wind. He blows through everything in his path. He loves harder everyday. He enjoys car rides it's like the next new adventure for him. We go to the park and he plays hard like he has never been there before. And when he gets home at night to lay back in bed he looks at me as if he's telling me all the adventures his day has held. Every perfect detail through his eyes is wonderful.
