Dressed In A Tuxedo

I woke up this morning lying next to a little, hairy black man….

He rolled over onto his side from his back, let out a screeching yawn, opened his two chocolate eyes and stared at me for a moment, before attacking my morning breath reeking mouth with multiple French kisses.

I puckered my face.

“Good morning to you too…”

So, I know what you’re probably thinking, but let me explain.

I adopted a dog. A hairy, black shepherd/collie mixed dog.

His name is Duke and he is the best looking man I’ve ever woken up to.

I remember first meeting this handsome man. I went to Fayette Friends of Animals in hopes of adopting another dog named Mocha. He was a chocolate lab, who had a rough go at life.

However, the young woman working there that day told me to keep my options open.

“We have a lot of dogs who are looking for their forever homes,” she said. “Let me introduce you to all of them.”

We started walking around to different kennels.

I met a lot of different breeds of dogs, who each had different personalities.

My goal was to get a calm dog, who still liked to play. Being house trained was a must.

Each dog I looked at deserved a home, so it was hard to pick just one.

I remember looking into each kennel and saying, “I’ll take that one.”

If I went based off my initial reaction, I would have left there with a Subaru full of twenty dogs.

Our last visit was to a kennel holding ‘Romeo.’

The young lady looked at us and said, “He is one of my favorites. He prances like a horse and has the sweetest face.”

He definitely did have the sweetest face, and he was the calmest and quietest dog I had seen all day.

He looked up at me from his man like sitting position, with his back leaning up against the fence and his hind legs and butt supporting the rest of his body. The only thing missing was him holding a mixed drink with his right paw and smoking a cigar with his left.

“Look, that is your son,” I joked to my boyfriend Zach. “He is exactly like you.”

I stared at him for a few moments, noticing the white paws, the white tip on his tail, and the little white patch he had on his chest.

It looked as though he was wearing a tuxedo.

“That’s the most sophisticated dog I have ever seen,” I joked.

After a few seconds of gazing, I asked the woman if I was able to go into his kennel and pet him.

She of course said yes.

She opened the gate, and I stepped in.

He approached me hesitantly.

“Hello, my name is Marlee. You’re just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He licked my hand and looked up at me with his big, dopey eyes, and from that moment, I was hooked. There was no other choice.

“He’s the one,” I said.

It’s been five months since I brought ‘Romeo,’ now Duke home with me. It’s been the best five months of my life.

Everyday brings something new. He makes me mad, but also makes me laugh constantly.

He’s the best man I’ve ever spent time with. Now, life isn’t just about me.

It’s about me, my dog Duke, and the many moments we spend together.

Follow me on this blog to get a glimpse into my life through Duke’s eyes. The life of Marlee&Me.

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