I know some people stress about designing the perfect Valentine’s Day, but I seem to be able to do no wrong. Perhaps, I should mention that – more often than not over the last twelve years – I’ve spent Valentine’s Day with the love of my life: My four pound Pomeranian, Caramel. Based on Caramel’s reactions, here are some of my (probably not scientific) conclusions:
I’m an awesome chef. I have never made a meal that is anything less than perfect. It doesn’t really matter if it is undercooked, incredibly bland, or pulled out of a bag sporting the Golden Arches. There has never been a tastier, more thoughtful meal than the one we are having.
I’m the world’s best gift giver. Any gift I’ve given is the best present in the history of the world (as long as it squeaks). Whether it is expensive, second-hand, or even (gasp) similar to one I once gave to another dog doesn’t seem to affect her utter appreciation of this act.
I’m flawless at designing the perfect night. The plan for the night is always the right choice. We can go out with a group, take a private stroll, or cuddle on the couch, and, magically, it was just what she wanted.
I’m a master conversationalist. The way she hangs on my every word – panting with exhilaration – can only mean that I’m communicating brilliant, deep thoughts.
I’m incredibly attractive. Loyalty to my gym regimen (or lack thereof) always results in me being maximally cuddle worthy. Every hair style, outfit, and shoe selection makes her look at me the way she did when we first met.
My little furball looks past my glaring flaws, foibles, and quirks (of which there are many) to convince me that I’m totally worth her complete devotion. Could you imagine a better way to spend the day?
