Readers,
Today this seems appropriate. An ode to love. But not just any type of love... An unconditional love. For those of you who know me personally, or are friends with me on Facebook or Twitter... You know how much I love my dogs. Mack and Molly Brown.
I know. There are loads of dog lovers out in the universe. But personally, I think my dogs are the best; and though I may love other dogs, I cannot sleep a night with out my two gigantic heelers right next to me.
I adopted Mack Brown from the Animal Humane New Mexico. It was Super Bowl Sunday three years ago. The New Orleans Saints had won, and this sweet butterball of a puppy had won my heart. Of course, I had to go get my sweet Aging Old English Sheepdog from my house so they could meet. Winston was amazing. Though he did not care for the hyper activity of this puppy, he accepted the fact that this pup was coming home with us; he taught Mack what it was to be a Gibson. Winston helped me train this sweet sweet puppy. Within a couple of weeks, he was sitting, staying, going to the bathroom outside, shaking, and truly enjoying his new home, and his new family. (I did not tell my mom about this puppy, but she fell in love). 
Mack was about three months old when he lost his best friend at home. Winston had died of old age, and heart failure. He was 16 years old when he died.
But, this is not where this love story ends. It is merely the beginning. From that moment on, Mack learned his independence. He was no longer a shadow, but he was the big dog in the house. From the day that I had brought Mack home, he had patiently waited for me at the window; he would not eat, drink, use the bathroom, or play until I was safely home from school- mind you, I was at school from 7 in the morning until 3 or 4 in the after noon. Concerning behavior from a puppy. My mom had sent me a picture saying that he had not moved from our front window all day; so, I did some quick research on red heeler behavior, and they are extremely faithful to their human. Every night that I go to bed, I can assure that Mack will be in my bed after I have gotten comfortable.
This behavior continues today. He will not budge from the couch, which is against the window until I am home from wherever I have gone.
Josh Billings once said, "A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself".
Mack is a shining example of selfless love. I think that God created dogs to show humans, that we as a species need to be a little more selfless. Dogs are the ones we look forward coming home to everyday; unless you don't have a dog. . . Then I suggest you go get yourself one. Dogs don't care what you've done, who you are, how much you weigh, if you've showered or not, they don't care if you wear make up or not. Dogs take you as you are. Simple truth as this may be, all a dog wants is a scratch on the belly, food, and a warm place to stay in the night. The little gestures that we give to our dogs, the small amount of time we spend with them, or the great amount of time we spend with them. . . the amount of love that is given back in return is so enormous, that it bursts through the ends of their tails. Mack's tail is about 3 inches long, so when he's happy... His whole body wiggles in delight. If ever I leave, for even just a moment, Mack brings me a stuffed animal of his, and gives it to me as a sign of welcoming.
Alongside Mack, there is his other half, the unsinkable Molly Brown. Now, the love that they show one another, is absolutely amazing. As much of a surprise Mack was to my momma, Molly was a surprise to me. We had gone to the Humane Society together, to look at potential mates for Mack- and we had found one. She was literally the black sheep of the group. Her brothers and sisters were all gorgeous red heeler puppies, but she was the one who was mixed. I think it was her jet black fur, silver chest, and semi-floppy ears that had won our hearts. She was eight weeks old, but we could not quite take her home yet. Saddened, we went home without a pup. So, the next day I had gone to school, a little sad, but knowing that this beautiful dog was meant to be mine. I called the Humane Society to see if this little girl was still there, but she was not... Someone had adopted her already. Saddened, I slowly walked into the SUB, where my mom had called me. She asked me what I was doing, I told her that I was on a long break... She told me that she would be down to campus in twenty minutes, she had a surprise for me. It was the gorgeous black dog from the Humane Society. Needless to say, I was so excited. We walked around campus for the next couple of hours getting to know one another. When my mom had come for her, she said... So, what's her name? I told her, Molly Brown, the unsinkable. I had a great feeling about this little girl. She is so insanely brilliant, beautiful, and funny. Just like Mack learned from Winston, Molly had learned from Mack. She is just like Mack, patient and seemingly always waiting. She is always at the front door waiting for me to walk in. She always greets me with a tennis ball, and is never sad. Just like Mack, she always sleeps right next to me, and she is always by my side.
So, readers, you may be asking yourself... Yeah, I have a dog... Yeah, they always follow me and get in my way... So what?
The point that I am trying to make, is that dogs love you, care for you, and are always waiting for you. They do not care about what you did last night, or what the number on the scale is. They love you with all of their hearts, and they would die for you. That's a lot of love, and God created these precious creatures to remind us every day what Jesus did for us. He died for us.
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