As I sit here typing out these letters, I am met with two big black watery eyes, while a wet black nose nudges at my fingertips. Sure, this is annoying, but this is also my dog's way of pulling me from my cyber addiction to love her until she falls into her 14th nap of the day. Only someone without a heart would let this poor and obviously spoiled puppy turn her attention seeking eyes away.

Within 16 years of my life, I have never had a pet with fur, only fish that ate each other, and hermit crabs which I was afraid to even look at. Coming up on my rollercoaster of pubescent years that came along with illness, I had somehow gone into a depression. After begging and being a brat, my parents finally gave me a go to search for a furry friend. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would come home with two dogs, rather than one. My family had the opportunity to save two beautiful and abused puppies, a mother and a daughter.

At first I had no idea how to even react around a dog. Do you pet it gently or softly? Is it possible to hug it? How does one pick it up? Sure, there's answers to these questions, but I raised my babies in my own way, of course with the help of my mother taking them out when I was too lazy to get off of the couch.

These dogs both helped me change my moods. When I wanted to be happy, I'd play some tug of war with my puppy, or pretend to throw food while the little nut would run around clueless. When I would have one of my darker days, I could curl up on my couch and sit with a cuddled up dog who wants all of the love in the world. Even if you can't get yourself to allow her to lick up your nose, she will sure dig her butt into your side on the couch until you feel her warmth on your thigh.

I've been through heartaches, graduation and college with my fur-babies. They were there to lick up my tears, or to sit and stare while I strangely talked about how much I hated so and so. They welcomed in all of my friends, even the ones I'm not so close with anymore. When the people in this world suck this bad, I can always turn to my dogs to solidify the love I have in life, and not just from them.

People may not accept me in this life, but I can sure count on my pups to love me through thick and thin. When I'm beat from a day at work, or sad from a bad grade, all I have to do is pet my babies until my worries go away. My dogs give me that unconditional love not many people even experience in life. Ya, they aren't human, but they sure express their feelings with me, as well as I trust in them to see me ugly cry on the floor.