as summer begins to heat up, and my cornchip puppiness begins to really kick in, i'm happy to say that everything is still going amazingly well for mp. it's true that i don't see her enough monday through thursday, but she always gives me most of the weekend. even better, she spends the time she doesn't give to me with the chickapea. i really love that girl; she knows where all the great gourmet puppy treats come from. last week's specials were barklava, puppanoli, and paddywaggins.
it's so nice to know that mp will be coming home at 3 or 4 sunday morning, panties in one hand, a bag of snacks for me in the other. it's true, i am pimping her out in a way... but my person doesn't seem to mind. in fact, i don't think i've seen her happier. ever. it's partly because of her professional strides; it's partly because she's just generally happy these days. but, it would be foolish not to acknowledge that some of the smiles come from time with the pea.
my person, for the last 7 years or so, has been in the terrible habit of putting the emotional and physical needs of others above her own. neither one of us is sure how it happened. we tried to make a flow chart, but it turns out that we both suck at microsoft excel. then we tried to write a timeline on paper, but we ran out of glitter pens. i guess, for now, it will remain a mystery, and mp will just have to accept all the attention she gets from the chickapea without knowing how she got there.
the flip is intense. sometimes my person is a little freaked out about having someone who is all about making sure mp is happy. it's overwhelming and flattering in turns. mp doesn't get why the pea feels this way-- or why it's so electric when they're together.
sometimes the mystery makes everything better.
