I Used to Dream of This Life

Last night was one of those moments that probably looked completely ordinary to everyone else… although honestly, maybe 6 dogs piled up in the living room isn’t exactly “ordinary.” 😂

The living room was full of dogs sprawled across the floor, toys everywhere, and enough snoring to shake the walls. Well… everyone except Tuff. She had wandered off into the other room because apparently she needed a little alone time. 😂

But sitting there watching all of them, I had to stop for a second and really take it all in.

Because this… this was my childhood dream.

Growing up, we weren’t allowed to have dogs in the house. That didn’t stop me from trying to sneak them in from time to time though. 😂

I didn’t specifically dream about bulldogs back then. I dreamed about dogs in general. My parents had the full encyclopedia set along with the Childcraft books, and one of them was called All About Dogs. I used to sit there for hours reading about all the different breeds and fantasizing about the kinds of dogs I would have one day.

Honestly… I wanted one of everything.

I was fascinated by all of them. The way they looked, their personalities, what they were bred for, the history behind them. I could completely lose myself flipping through those pages imagining what it would be like to grow up and have a house full of dogs someday.

And now here I am.

Some days are exhausting. There’s dog hair everywhere, muddy paw prints on the floor, toys constantly under my feet, laundry that never ends, and enough snoring in this house to rival a grown man convention.

But there are also moments like last night.

Moments where I look around and realize the little girl who sat reading All About Dogs and dreaming about someday having dogs in her house would think this life is the coolest thing ever.

And on the days where I feel behind, unaccomplished, or like my goals are still so far out of reach, I have to remind myself of something…

Somewhere out there is a little girl dreaming about a life exactly like mine.

A house full of dogs. Chaos. Love. Purpose. Paw prints on the floor and dogs snoring in the living room.

The kind of life I used to dream about too.

And honestly? My inner child is so freaking happy.

-Kayce

Sokota Bulldogges