Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love my little doggy named Ginger. Heck, she even has her own blog! She just turned 10 this year (in human years). I’ve had her ever since she was a baby. I guess you can say it was an Easter gift from my Godfather who gave both my cousin and I a puppy as we were his god children. It was really really nice and I thank him from the bottom of my heart.

Sadly, our families don’t get along anymore due to a tragic event that happened between everyone on my father’s side of the family. No one gets along anymore except for my family and my cousin’s (ie: the other godchild). Everything happens for a reason, and the universe has a plan for us all. So maybe…just maybe…the ties between are families were broken for a reason other than the fight.

But nevertheless, I’m just happy that my baby girl is with me. We do everything together! Sleep, eat, and play. She even wakes me up in the morning if my feet are hanging off the side of the bed. It really is hilarious. The best part is knowing that when I go home, she’ll always be the first one to come running to greet me. Nothing in the world beats that feeling of being loved by not just someone but another living creature on God’s beautiful world.

Without further ado, here is my baby girl.
My dog Ginger who is a pomeranian/chihuahua mix.