Banksy.

Banksy.

My heart belongs to this dog. Growing up we didn't have dogs or cats. Just hamsters. Now, you can only do so much with a hamster. We would stack books to make tunnels for them to run through. While it was all fun, I never had that connection with a hamster. 

When we moved to Dubuque we go dogs finally, Lucky and soon after Zoey. The best dogs ever. Although they were our family dogs, they were outside dogs and I didn't spend every minute of my day with them.

Fast forward several years later and here I am, with Eric and we finally decide to add to our family. We had bought a house and wanted a dog so bad. We wanted to make sure the time was right when we found out someone we knew had black lab puppies. We picked Banksy up when he was 6 weeks old. Such a precious little guy. High pitched bark (that he still has, oy) and the most precious puppy eyes and floppy tale ever. My heart melted. My heart still melts looking at him. I've never known the love from a dog until him. We spend all of our time together. If only I could bring him to work. When we are home it's all about this dog. He sleeps in our room, snuggles on our couch, and even lays under our feet when we are eating dinner. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Banksy is such a great dog. Although he can be annoying at times because he LOVES attention, he is the best. After working out he licks the salty sweat off our faces, when we are sad he snuggles up on us. When we need a laugh he's right there to join in the excitement.

I love this damn dog. Banksy, you have my heart. Please stay in my life for a long time. 

xo