every few days or so i have the same realization about living in a foreign country that i do about having a dog. for some reason i’m like an observer of my own life and forget i have a dog that i’ve taken care of every day of my life for 9 years. i then pause and think how insane that is. my whole life has revolved around his well-being for nearly a decade and at this point it’s just what i’m used to. i don’t even know who i would be as an adult without Russ. i’m writing this as i walk to the pet store on my lunch break with a backpack so i can load up on his food for the week.
i’m taking a cute, lil holiday this weekend and he’ll have a dog sitter. this is my life! he’s the king. i’m looking forward to getting out of town for a weekend and spending quality time with my favorite person.