My Valentine is Gavin, 80 lbs of love, joy, and mischief. Why is he my Valentine, let me count the ways! He just loves me. He doesn’t care what I look like in the morning or how late that I get up. He loves to sit and have coffee with me, never asking why I still have a Christmas tree up in February. He gives me hugs when I come home from work or if I am having a bad day. He listens to my stories about work, my children and life without passing judgement or putting his own two cents in. He sits with me when I am crying or ranting and raving about something stupid. He doesn’t mind that I might play a certain song on the stereo over and over or how many martinis or glasses of wine that I may have had. He loves to cuddle at a moments notice and equally loves lying in the sun, on the couch with me every Sunday. He doesn’t mind when my other two small dogs snap at him or take his toys away. He is all about the love. He stays outside watching over me while I feed my animals, shovel snow, or take out the garbage. He keeps me company when I am baking and cooking, never telling me that I have eaten to much pasta or have had to many cookies or pieces of cake. He just asks for a taste test every now and them. He will go for a walk at any given time, even in a blizzard, at 9:30 at night because he knows I love it. Now, I did mention mischief, and Gavin is full of it. He cries when he doesn’t want to be in his crate and very loudly. He thought for a while that if he cried at 3 o’clock in the morning that I would let him into bed, but instead he found himself with me outside in the cold going to the bathroom and right back in his crate. If I’m not watching him carefully, he opens the garbage draw and drags the garbage all over the house. He has actually eaten a cake or two that has been left on the counter to cool. He has stolen my dinner from my plate when I have turned my back for a second. I always find him on my bed when he knows that that is a no no. When I am in the shower he opens my closet and takes out my clothes, goes through them all in an effort to find a certain flannel shirt of mine that he loves. Gavin, my 80 lb Valentine, who I can’t imagine living without. Happy Valentine’s Day! My wish for everyone is to have a Valentine like mine and lots of love!