for the love of the dog

I love my husband, he's basically the coolest person on the planet. Surely we have our moments, but when little things happen like what I am about to describe, my heart cannot help but melt in my hand (unlike M&Ms that melt in your mouth).

I left work slightly early today, mostly to gain inspiration for a new project that has been running in my head. I arrived home and got settled in my "office", which is the kitchen, and got to snooping around on the interweb (searching for inspiration, I swear). Our little doggy, Aadi, greeted me in the living room when I walked in the front door and promptly returned to her cozy spot on the couch which she rarely leaves during the day. After I'd set up in the kitchen I heard her dog tag jingle signaling she was on the move. Usually she comes to me in the "office"/kitchen but today she wandered into the real office where Zack was working. There is a small couch in there with a happy Lion King comforter that she likes to cuddle with, and that she did. After about 15 minutes of figuring out what song to listen to I heard a small whimper come from the office. If I cock my head to the right, the couch is right in my line of vision, past the refrigerator. Usually this is a sound of annoyance but before I could ask Aadi in my best doggy sing-song voice, I heard Zack get out of his office chair and walk over to her, directly into the small square I can see in that room.

"What's wrong Aadi?"
Whimper.
"Are you cold?"
No response, just shaking.

Zack then wraps her in the Lion King blanket making sure she is warm and returns to his seat.

MY HEART RESPONDS YOU GUYS.

Normally Aadi is the fungus in his otherwise fungus-free life and today he made her warm and happy! Swoonage is happening, so much I had to share my love of this. Too freaking tender.


Aadi in her usual spot.