This is my dog, Gabbi. She loves me unconditionally and that's sometimes too much for me to handle. She is 13 years old next month and at her last vet check up we were told that she was in excellent health and should live another 5-7 years. She is showing her age somewhat, we have purchased a set of stairs so she can get up on our bed (it's pretty high) to sleep at night. She sleeps at the foot of the bed. I have to force her to come up to the head of the bed so we can have some serious belly and butt rubbin' time. She still plays with her stuffed animals and runs around like a puppy only now it's about every other day instead of every other hour. Her best trick is to take off our socks when we come home. I have theorized that she believes that when we don't have socks on our feet we won't leave. I kind of blow that belief out of the water come spring and sandal season. She is just about the sweetest dog on the planet.

So, by now you're wondering what this loveable wonderpup has to do with living accidentally and ADD? If I don't have her in my life it's hard to find a peaceful center. You see, she keeps me calm and gives me real purpose. There have been studies that prove having a pet in your life lowers your blood pressure and with all the problems and stress ADD brings to my life I need her calming influence. You see, no matter how I screw up at work or at home to her I'm the world. If I merely talk in her direction she's happy and content. If I pet her and get down on the floor with her she's ecstatic and bounding around me like I've infused her with new life. She truly personifies unconditional love.

I just wish humans could learn that trait.