Love is the joy and excitement that bubbles out of me when my humans come home after being gone for a long time (or even a few minutes).
Love is snuggles with my humans, Poppy, other doggy friends or even the rare cuddle with Shinobi-kitty.
Love is a good chin scritch, which I return with palm kisses.
Love is the happiness of a trip to the dog park or a stroll around the neighbourhood.
Love is posing for pictures in random and sometimes scary places because it makes mum happy. Love is trust and knowing my humans will never allow anything bad happen to me.
Love is companionship with Poppy.
Love is all the friends I have made, both in person and through the blogging community, catching up and knowing they are loved too.
Love is Pug rescue (and other dogs too, of course); helping them out of difficult and sometimes really bad situations and watching them find love with their new forever families.
Love is food in my bowl and treat given on the sly.
Love is my family. I love them and they love me.
What does love mean to you?