First of all, I have to give a big bark-out to my friend Cooper for lending a paw the last couple of days. My boys have been pretty sad all weekend. I’ve been spending a lot of time listening to Eugene. Andrew has been kind of quiet but he slept in the living room on the air mattress the last two nights and Grandma pretended not to notice when I snuck in to sleep next to him. I was supposed to be in my bed in the kitchen but I’ve learned that if I walk very slowly and carefully, my toenails hardly click at all. I managed to sneak right next to the air mattress. I wish I could’ve climbed on next to him but toenails and air mattresses are probably a bad combination.
It’s a big responsibility being a family dog. People think it’s all about the fetching, the guard duty and cleaning up the food dropped in the kitchen but it’s so much more than that. There’s all those therapy sessions too. Listening to the humans is important. Of course, I’d never bark a word about what we talk about because that would violate the Canine Code of Honor. Sometimes, like the past few days here, a dog just has to nuzzle and snuggle their humans. They seem to feel better knowing there’s a dog on duty.