A dog's best friend

Today I went to Franklin Covey to get an organizer so I can stay sane next year. By the time I left, I spent $150—half the price of a Palm Pilot, but I have something I’m very happy with.

Later, B. and I went to Ikea to get more bookshelves. We spent the late afternoon putting the bookshelves together, this time for him. I don’t know why, but it was really fun. It’s not that I enjoy putting shelves together all that much. I think that it’s different from having his clothes here—or even all of our camping gear. As I began putting the books away, for the first time it felt real. This is his home now, too.

I haven’t written much about B. moving in and it’s curious to me why. It is such an important step in my life and in our relationship.

When he first told me—by saying that his National Geographic subscription was up and that he should have it delivered here—I think I actually jumped up and down. I’m so excited. Truth be told, there’s also a small part of me that’s just a little scared. He’s not scared at all, which confounds me.

And Koya, well, I don’t think he could be happier. But I think I can no longer rightly call him my dog. He’s got another, different love…His unwavering dedication is even more obnoxious than when Nick lived here.

Koya's had an effect on B., too. He used to dislike dogs altogether, but turned to me the other day and asked me how I felt about getting a second dog. "Who are you? And what have you done with my boyfriend", I thought, feeling like I'd missed an episode of The Invasion of the Body Snatchers. :)

When I think about it, Koya would be a hard dog not to fall in love with.