I know you don't get everything you really want--a big yard with plenty of smelly corners & trees, a sand pit to dig...maybe even a pool to jump in. You deserve it--you do everything you can for us, and you have no choice but to hang out on a 10 x 15 concrete slab until we come home. You don't act disappointed, you're always eager to hear our cars come around the corner...but I know what you'd prefer---room to roam, bask in the sun, dig up the flowers, and roll around in the mud. If nothing else, you give me inspiration to work harder, to provide for the special guy who gives me unconditional love everytime I see him. You're my protector, companion, running partner, racer, fighter but a lover, true down to the blood retriever, duck lover, under the desk dweller, bed sneaking, ball crazed, car trip loving, yellow snow making, hiker, swimmer, snuggler and mediator of the fights...all rolled up into one big reddish ball of fur. Your excitement to go for a run kills me when I opt out for the gym or pool...your eyes tell stories that I know if you could talk would be the greatest adventures I have ever heard. I am learning from you how to love--your love has no limits...unless, of course, you're another 80lb dog...yeah, you're not the most fond of other dogs, but maybe it's because you know they could snap and that there might be a chance that you could lose the ones you love and protect the most. You chose me and my heart chose you back--and that's the way it will be forever. ...and in the meantime, I'll work on that yard for you, because I know if the roles were switched, you'd build me a mansion.