You know if it's my blog, it's going to have puppy stories a lot. Ever since we got Esme, she's had what can only be a "crush" on Kurt. If we walk somewhere, she has to be at his ankles, and even if he accidentally kicks her, she looks up at him happily. She sits on his chest while he reads, curls around him while he plays the X-Box, and will follow him with her eyes everywhere she goes. She also gives him tongue baths. This isn't just the ordinary tongue bath, either, this can go on for ten or more minutes if we don't stop her. Today she was giving him a bath on his neck and he finally stopped her so that I could rub his sore neck. He laid on his chest, face down, and I went to rub his neck. Esme quickly nosed her head under my hand, flipped it upwards, and then laid across his neck so that I couldn't touch it. She then looked up at me as if to say, "Ain't nobody mess with my man!"
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