Unconditional Love

They say that big things, come in the smallest of packages. Some of these are too small to see; while others are too obvious to ignore. I never actually believed this saying, until I met her.
She who's eyes are as brown as chocolate-covered peanuts. She who's silky, blond hair never ceases to amaze me. She who's smile is as bright as the sun. This girl is the meaning of a positive attitude. And is the only one to this day, who can place a smile on my face no matter what. She is the one and the only: my dog Sandy.
She really is a bottle of fun. I enjoy each and and every second I spend with her. Like today, as the sun slowly went down and the stars rapidly shot up: we decided to take her out to the park. Still full of energy and tired of being inside, I wasn't surprised that she agreed to this also. So off we went to the park (not minding the slightly late hour). Sandy got to play around. And of course she got into things she wasn't supposed to: mostly a nearby plant and a piece of trash. The bottom line is: she got to be a puppy.
But as the sunset glow began to fade. We had no choice but to go back. No worries though, I'm not saying she can't have fun inside. I'm just saying she can't have fun inside without bugging me. Even so, I still love her. Mostly because she doesn't care if I'm an athlete or not. And she doesn't care about what type of music I like. She doesn't worry about any of my flaws. I don't mean to go all "Marley and Me" on you guys. But its true, its called unconditional love.