The Most Fantastic Man in My Life

Today was a fantastic day all around...one of my besties was accepted back into the spring semester and had 6 of her classes rolled over into her new program, and I was given the green light to pick up the keys of my new place the last weekend of this month.

The reason why this particular place is so awesome beyond words, everything in the suite is new...new doors, new appliances, new carpet, new paint, new walls, new kitchen, my own washer and dryer that I do not have to share, massive bedroom, 2 walk in closets, but more importantly it is Ari friendly.

Ari is my black and tan floppy eared Doberman, that will be 2 years old this August. How I came to own him is pretty simple - my ex live in boyfriend is in the military and was about to embark on a 3rd tour to Afghanistan...if he wanted to go, I got a dog. We hunted down a breeder and found Ari.

Its funny...cause when the ex and I ended the relationship, the first thing I claimed was the dog lol. Not furniture, nothing co-owned, it was all about keeping Ari.

He had been and continues to be my little guardian...keep in mind that this is the closest thing I will ever get to having children. He gives the best puppy hugs, does high fives, shakes a paw and protects me when I am on my runs downtown. He basically keeps me sane.

So when the time came for the two of us to move, I frantically searched all over town for something that would be suitable for the both of us. I was crippled with fear that I might have to give him up to a new family if I couldn't find a place...so much so that I would start bawling even thinking about it as a possibility. My puppy class instructor commented on how it wouldn't be possible for him to go to another home...she said that the two of us are so bonded that he wouldn't okay if we were separated. If the dog wasn't going to be okay, I did not have a whole lot of hope for myself lol.

So today is a great day. I get to keep my little "family" together.