12 December 2012

What I Woke Up To On Sunday Morning...






He is your best friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. 
You are his life, his love, his leader.
 He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.
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Have a wonderful day!
xo,
misha

17 comments:

Lynne said...

Cool picture and so true. Snickers sleeps next to Jack, curled up, much smaller, but just as loyal!

TexWisGirl said...

sweet boys...

Bianca said...

You are such a rich woman.....
Love the picture. And the boys.

hron said...

What lovely pictures . . . what priceless moments.

Jeanette said...

Sweet pictures, Misha!

Buttons said...

Oh I love this Misha. B

Kayla @ TheEclecticElement said...

That is the sweetest picture and even sweeter and oh-so-true quote :)

Lottie said...

What a wonderful quote! How true! Thank you for sharing.

Hartwood Roses said...

Love the light ... and your subject. So sweet!

Beth @ E. lizard Breath Speaks said...

awww ... so sweet!! love it. a keeper shot. frame it for sure. ( :

Mamabug said...

How sweet! That photo is priceless!

Karen said...

Don't you just love the man who has no quams about sleeping next to the dog in bed?

what a great photo.

Melinda said...

Oh, how cute is this!

M :)

Diane Cayton-Hakey said...

I think dogs love being next to us as much as we love being close to them. It's a win-win friendship. These photos just speak to my heart and I know they come from yours. XOX

Town and Country Gals said...

Misha,
what a precious moment you have captured! I'm sure they are both dreaming sweet dreams!
Happy Hollidays!
Rebecca

Kimberly Taylor said...

What a sweet photo. This reminds me ofGeorge Graham Vest Speech .


The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.

Donna said...

How sweet! I'm glad I stopped by and saw this. Late is better than never, LOL.