Why My Hooman Hit the Life Lottery (She Got Me)
Composed by Stanley
Chief Emotional Support Officer
Hi. Stanley here.
You may know me as the incredibly handsome dog who still lives with his mom, Aubri.
Or as the one who carries the full emotional responsibility of this household… and also creates most of the chaos on the emotional roller coaster.
Today I’d like to talk about something important.
Why my momma is extremely lucky to have me.
I know, I know. Humans love to say they’re lucky to have their dogs. Very sweet. Very sentimental. But let’s get honest for a moment.
Let’s review the facts.
Household Health & Safety Department
First of all, I personally supervise every bite of food she eats.
Every. Single. Bite.
You’re welcome.
How else would she know if something is unsafe? Suspicious? Possibly delicious enough to require immediate sharing? I maintain constant visual monitoring. I am basically a full-time health and safety professional.
I would even go so far as to taste test everything.
Financial Wellness & Abundance Management
Then there’s her financial wellbeing.
She has this affirmation that money needs to flow in order for abundance to grow. I support this mindset by making sure her credit card stays warm and active through regular treat acquisitions.
Chews.
Toys.
Enrichment snacks.
Emergency snacks.
Backup emergency snacks.
I am deeply committed to our prosperity.
Personal Trainer & Emotional Support Division
I also make sure she gets her daily steps. Cardiovascular health matters. Fresh air matters. Movement matters. And if she ever forgets, I gently remind her by staring directly into her soul and whimpering until we go outside.
You cannot put a price on that level of personal training.
Emotionally speaking, she never has to feel alone. Not even for one second. I am always nearby. Supervising. Comforting. Leaning on her with my full body weight.
I even take up ⅞ of the bed so she doesn’t feel like the bed is too big.
Following her from room to room to ensure maximum companionship coverage.
Honestly, her quality of life has improved dramatically since I arrived.
Professional Responsibilities & Personal Sacrifice
And yes, I make sacrifices too.
For example, I have to put up with being the best dog model out there. It’s a heavy burden, but someone has to do it. Standing around looking majestic. Being charming. Turning heads. Representing the brand.
Exhausting work, really.
But let’s be honest, I do give a mean side eye 73.7% of the time so she understands the sacrifice.
I do all of this without much harrumph.
So yes.
She is very lucky to have me.
But if I’m being completely honest…
The Part She Doesn’t Fully Understand
Because the truth is… I’m the lucky one too.
She watches every little thing about me like it matters. Because to her, it does. My expressions. My moods. The way my ears move. The way I sigh when I’m comfortable. The way I look at her when I want absolutely nothing except to be close.
The way I lift my paw ever so slightly to let her know there’s a little snow stuck between my toes that needs immediate removal.
She pays attention to all of it.
The Life She Gives Me
She makes sure I’m safe. Fed. Comfortable. Fed. Understood. Fed.
She learns what I need even when I don’t know how to explain it. She celebrates my personality instead of trying to change it. Even when I am… creatively expressive.
She laughs at my nonsense. She forgives my chaos. She tells me I’m a good boy and that she loves me so often that I truly believe I am be the greatest dog who has ever lived.
She gives me a life filled with adventure, comfort, and belonging.
She makes the world feel predictable and safe, with just enough chaos to keep things interesting.
She even brings home foster dogs sometimes… which means more friends, more sniffing, more welcoming committees, and more chances to help scared hearts feel safe. She says we’re helping them find their forever homes.
I just know our home gets bigger every time another dog walks through the door.
My Person. My Pack. My Whole World.
She is my person. My home. My whole pack.
And when she looks at me, I can tell she feels lucky.
But what she doesn’t fully understand is this:
I would choose her every single day.
Out of all the humans in the entire world… she is mine. And I am hers. And that feels like the biggest win either of us could ever have.
So yes. Maybe she’s lucky to have me.
But I’m pretty sure I hit the jackpot too.
Love,
Stanley
Chief Emotional Support Officer
Director of Mischief
CEO of Joy
Occasional Supermodel
Your dog loves you in a way that only happens once in a lifetime.
Let’s preserve that story while you’re still living it.