Another thread got me to thinking how sweet my doggie is. You can’t explain this away to base survival instinct:
Walking him in deep snow yesterday, he sits down to chew on his paw pads. I know from experience it’s because the snow builds up between his pads and half-melts into ice. I stop, kneel down beside him, and with my fingers, root out all the uncomfortable ice balls. He looks at me with his adorable gorgeous face and licks me several times. I KNOW he was thanking me.
i was sleeping so peacefully, when my dog jumps up onto the bed at about 3 am, right on my stomach. then he curled up and went to sleep.
then in the morning, about 8 am, he got up, jumped on me some more, licked my nose, and barked at me until i woke up, then he forced me into a good mood with his playful attitude and made me throw his ball for about a half hour.
Since the day we got our first lovable Yoshi, and later Lili my life has been a sweet animal story everytime I get home. Yoshi gives the best hugs in the world.
He’s always home, always warm, always soft, and always smells like a teddy bear should. I hug him every day, and I would never take it for granted. I know he likes it too, because we always go for a walk/ride or he gets a belly rub after it.
Every morning Milton, who’s 14 years old, wakes up he runs to the couch and flops around snorting and wagging until I rub his back and chin. He also gives the beagle a bath periodically, which is very sweet to watch. I found him on I-90 in Cleveland when he was 2 months old all mangy and malnourished. He’s my best buddy.
Here he is patiently cooperating for a photoshoot I did for a cooking demo. The next picture is when he assisted me on my dissertation research. He watched out for Bears and skunks whil I was in the sampling pits.
This is our old dog Barney (a beagle). One day at the beach we were playing fetch down near the water when a big wave came crashing in out of nowhere. Barney got absolutely soaked and ran straight for the basket of towels. I’m so glad Mum got this photo.
Buster never snorts or slobbers when I’m standing in the kitchen by the stove with a knife in my hand. He tends to pee, then, just before he runs away.
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