I am The Keymaster! I am The Gatekeeper!

I come bearing 2 bits of good news! On Friday we were originally going to go shooting, but when I asked on Thursday he said that we probably wouldn't because it was supposed to rain (which it never did! That's twice our range plans have been foiled). So we went out and what was supposed to be an innocent gander turned into an impulse buy. Sam now owns a cute little polar bear of a puppy. He's not really a polar bear but he kind of waddles like one and he's just a big poof of white (with some black patches scattered in - hmm maybe he's more panda than polar); he's actually Havanese. I'll get a pic of him tonight when I'm at the house. On Saturday morning I got a lovely message stating that Hooligan, that's his name, equals pooping machine. This little dog that couldn't weigh more than a cloud had left three or four fairly hefty sized droppings around the house since 7:30 that morning and I think I had gotten the text around 11 or 12. Sam said though that he had weighed 9 lbs originally but after the bowel movements he only weighed like 3 or 4! This morning we were taking bets on how many poops he was going to leave about the house today. Sam says 4 and I said 6. So come about 7 tonight we'll be finding out for certain.

Which brings me to my second bit of news. This morning while eating fried bagels for the first time, Sam gave me the house key off his key ring. I couldn't say anything right away because my mouth was full of bagely goodness. He had just stretched his hand out with it, I looked at him a minute, grabbed the key but didn't take it from his hand right away. I said thank you a few times to him once I had finished chewing. He didn't say why he did it and I didn't ask really, however I had my suspicions on the drive home. First: it could be to let myself in when I get to the house early, which I tend to do or so I don't have to ring the bell at night. Second: its because he wants me to check in on Hooligan, which I wouldn't mind doing at all. Third: today happens to be our 2-month anniversary and this is a gift of sorts. I just thought of this last one a few minutes ago thanks to a text reminder. I've only been looking at it all these past few weeks on the calendar. He beat me to it again! But its been a wonderful 2-month run and I'm looking forward to many more now with my two guys.

Aw you got me shampoops

I love my panda Sam, he makes me a happy snugly platypus. Yesterday, as he was food shopping after work he bought me shampoo and conditioner for the house. I can't use the Head N' Shoulders 2n1, it fucks up my hair big time. I think though he's trying to tell me something with the shampoo because its called 'long lasting relationship'; he's like it's for long hair. I got to use it today and guess what! My hair likes it! Yay!

Where have you been all this time?

That's what I asked him tonight as we were relaxing in bed after all his little 'i love yous'. He went on and on about how he loved my shoulders, my personality, my laugh, my body, and ending with 'I just love all of you'. I love this man, my warrior panda. I don't want him to go anywhere.

'I've been here, waiting for you,' he whispered in return.