Don Henley

He sleeps by my side. Quietly breathing. For every one move I make, he makes the same in return. If I turn to one side, he will as well. If I curl my legs up, he will move in such a way to still be my perfect fit. My other piece. Even my better half.

It was late January, and the weather in California was rather warming to this northeast girl. My days were not very full, and during those "winter" months I was feeling rather lonely.

Over the course of that fall and winter I learned to do well with such loneliness. I would lay on the floor of my living room, record player blaring, feeling the music in my back. Saturday nights would consist of a well cooked Italian dinner for one and a bottle of wine. Nights like these I came to enjoy. I could hear my mom saying "you won't be happy with anyone else until you are happy with yourself..."

On this particular late January day, I had learned how to do just that. His name was to be Banksy. This 6lb, four legged creature, would teach me how to love just a little better, and my loneliness would forever subside.

Everyone says their dog is the best, but it is absolutely the truth for this chihuahua/dachshund/jack russell rescue that wandered Laguna Beach, California for 6 1/2 months before anyone finding this angel. He loves and loves and loves more. Follows me wherever I go and is an endless cuddler and sleeper...he clearly found me.

Recently I saw a bumper sticker stating "Who Rescued Who"? Wow. Isn't it the truth.

Just a girl and her dog making their way across the country, adjusting to cold weather, and making the world just a little happier.