I love my Dog

 I love my dog. First, I consider her my first born, she was my baby, and I spoiled her. My dog was so spoiled at one point that she even came to work with me. As you may know I have been a nanny for a long time now, and at my first nanny job {wow, what a first nanny job this was... trips to the Bahamas, Puerto Rico, the random week at Crested Butte or Sante Fe. And all the while I was getting paid to hang out with a sweet little girl} The lady I worked for loved dogs and hated the thought of me leaving my little baby girl at home. So,from then on, I didn't. My dog and I would get up together, take a walk and hop in the car, she even had a doggie seat belt since she was driving with me during rush hour {who wouldn't buckle up their baby?} She always looked so cute sitting so still in her little seat belt, so happy to be coming with me. Dogs are so happy just to be with their owners, and her simple satisfaction makes me love her more. My dog is always there for me, if i'm sad she kisses me, if I need a hug, she'll let me hold her, if I don't feel good,she is by my side. As soon as I was pregnant I know she knew, she would gently rest her head on my belly every night, as if to keep it safe. When I was 5 months pregnant she saved my life. Really, she did. I had a rough pregnancy, with morning sickness that lasted all day every day, but this Sunday morning it got worse. I woke up early, feeling queasy as usual, I walked my dog and headed into the bathroom, from here I just have to tell you the story from my husbands eyes because the next thing I remember is waking up in an ambulance. I guess I had closed the door behind me,  and my husband woke up to my perfect blessing of a dog barking and scraping at the bathroom door. My husband rushed in finding me having a seizure, he rolled me onto my side and called 911. If my dog had not alerted my hubby I am scared to think what could have happened, I needed to be rolled to my side so I could breathe, and alone in a bathroom that wouldn't have happened. I remember waking up in the ambulance and I couldn't remember a thing, not the day,the month, and at first not even my name. As I looked around I still remember feeling happy that they had put my IV in already{I hate needles, really hate them so getting an IV is torture to me} I still think it's funny looking back and having that be one of my first thoughts. Turns out my little man had deprived me of blood and oxygen and that had caused my seizure {this was concluded after lots of fun testing} I had to quit my job and go on bedrest. I gave my doggie so much love I am sure it made it even harder for her to share me once little man arrived. She knew how important that crying mini human was to us and she took care of him. She is so good with my son it is amazing, she lets him do anything {especially now, since he loves to feed her} And she is still always there for me, she still doesn't like me going into bathrooms alone. I am so lucky to have such a great dog, I think I'll go give her a nice rub down before I go to sleep. She deserves that, since she gave me everything.

Kelly Callahan