{Patrick}
"Come on Pat, tell me where we are going! You know how much I hate surprises." Abigail pouts, her arms crossed as she sits in the passenger seat beside me.
"I know you hate surprises, but how much I love you makes up for that." I wink back at her, smiling.
She rolls her eyes, and then I see her smile at her lap.
It's Friday, June 24, about 11:30 in the morning.
Abigail and I are going on a date together today, but she has no idea where we are going.
I do, though.
Abigail loves dogs.
Her entire life, she has absolutely adored dogs.
Her favorite photo shoots to shoot are the ones where dogs are involved.
She's hilarious, really.
Abby's love for dogs is quite insane, it's actually very funny.
Trump Tower Chicago doesn't allow pets, so there's no way the two of us are getting one as long as we live there, but that's not to say Abby can't interact with dogs at all while we live there.
Today, I'm taking her to the Chicago Dog Shelter.
It's just outside of Downtown, and it's a really great place.
The Blackhawks have done charity work for them, and they have tons of dogs there.
So of course, I'm taking Abby there today.
The two of us are going to hang out with the puppies, and she is literally going to be in heaven.
"Please Patrick, tell me where we are going!" Abby begs, as she giggles.
"Nope." I shake my head, popping the "p" in "nope".
She groans, as she looks out the window.
Her brown hair falls naturally straight today, and it blows in the wind as she turns her attention out the window.
Her aviator sunglasses are on, and she's wearing a grey v-neck with jean short shorts.
I smile as I watch her, taking quick looks from the road to back to her.
I know I should be paying full-attention to the road, but her beauty is gravitational.
I can't take my attention off of her.
Within ten minutes, we reach the parking lot of the Chicago Dog Shelter.
I park the car, and then glance over at Abigail, adjusting my backwards flat brim hat.
"No way..." Abigail trails off, looking out the windshield and at the large building in front of us.
The sun is high in the sky, and it's a beautiful summer day.
The lighting makes her appear to be glowing.
"I know you love dogs." I chuckle.
Her mouth drops, and then she jumps out of the car.
"Oh my God, Patrick! I was not expecting this, oh my God!" She giggles, as she jumps excitedly around the car.
I get out from the driver's side, and meet her at the front of the car.
She jumps into me, wraps her legs around my waist, and kisses me right on the lips.
Our lips move in-sync for a few seconds, as she runs her hands through my hair, my hat falling to the ground.
I support her by her thighs.
We then slowly part, and she looks right into my eyes, biting her lip.
"You're the best." She giggles, jumping to the ground from my grip.
"Yeah, yeah, you're just saying that because you get to play with dogs all day now." I laugh, picking up my hat and placing it back on my head.
"No, Pat. You really are the best. This love is ours." She laughs, taking my hand in hers.
"This love is ours." I reply, quickly.
I intertwine her fingers with mine, and the two of us make our way to the main entrance of the building.
We get inside, and the two of us explain how we are simply here to look and play with the dogs, not necessarily interested in buying one today.
Abigail begs to differ, but there is no way we are taking one of these guys home.
"Come on Pat, you're going to give in once you see how cute they are." Abby winks.
"No way." I wink back, squeezing her hand.
I love dogs too, but nowhere near as much as Abigail.
Plus, Trump Tower Chicago doesn't allow pets.
One of the workers leads us over to the main pen of all the new puppies.
I look over at Abigail as her eyes widen, and her jaw drops.
A huge smile then forms on her face, and she basically jumps into the pile of dogs.
I shake my head laughing, watching as she pets all of the puppies at once.
They all run over to where she is sitting in the middle of their pen, and start jumping on her.
Abby then starts talking in her "puppy" voice to them, as if they can really understand her.
She's hilarious.
I've never seen anything quite like it.
I stand at the corner of the pen, simply watching Abigail interact with the puppies.
I slowly make my way over to where she is, and sit down next to her.
A few of the puppies start crawling over me, and I gently pet which ever ones come near my hands.
"Aren't they so precious!?" Abigail giggles, holding a Shih Tzu puppy to her heart.
"They're adorable." I admit, smiling.
You can't help but smile when playing with these little guys.
There are so many of them, and they are all puppies.
There are multiple different breeds, some of which being Golden Retrievers, Huskies, Shih Tzus, German Shepherds, Westies, plus a few more.
And they are all adorable.
***
Abby stays entertained for a solid three hours.
It's crazy; this girl could play with dogs the entire day.
But me? I'm simply in awe at watching her interact with these puppies.
It's hilariously adorable.
Right then, Abby picks up a little Golden Retriever puppy and brings it up to her face, cuddling it.
The puppy then starts licking her cheek, and she giggles.
"He's giving me kisses!" She laughs, looking over to me.
Her dimples are evident, and her sunglasses are keeping her hair out of her face as she rests them on her head.
I laugh, smiling at how beautiful she looks at the moment.
She then puts that puppy down, and continues playing with the other ones.
The puppy that was giving her kisses, makes its way over to where I am sitting.
He crawls up on my lap, and I pick him up, looking right at him.
He pants, his little face and body soft and petite.
"Hey bud." I say, petting him gently.
"Listen up, little fella," I say, sternly.
"We can both agree that she's beautiful," I say to the little puppy, looking over at Abigail.
I then look back at the puppy, before finishing.
"But you can't have all her kisses. Some of those are for me."