A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself. -Josh Billings
It's a beautiful Saturday morning - chilly! and the temps aren't supposed to climb above 60 today. George, my golden/chow mix, is loving it - he's outside playing tackle, as dogs do in the first really chilly mornings, with Spike. But before that, he let me know I had overslept by coming to my bedside. At first, he only stared at me (funny, how you can feel eyes on you, no matter what stage of sleep you're in), and then he spoke.
"Woof." It sounded just like that, quietly. When the first one only made me open one eye, he tried again, a little louder. "WOOF."
"Okay, okay," I told him, crawled out of bed and let him out. He was ecstatic.
My dogs...all of them. They know Mama has the treats, a kind word, and a scratch behind the ears. The latest addition to the family is Peanut (Baby), a Jack Russell-Chihuaha mix. She's even more bossy than Lacy, demanding her treat or to be picked up for a cuddle. And she moonwalks. She's the first dog we've had who walks backwards, and she's the only dog who thinks she's a doberman instead of a tiny little thing. Ferocious, that one is. A burglar wouldn't stand a chance against her, as I am sure she would knock him down and eat him alive.
When my kids grew up and didn't need Mom in quite the same way, the house suddenly filled with canine babies. They have been a great source of comfort, amusement - and joy!
Well, I started out with good intentions on this post, but think I will close it for now. For sure, though, my little "family" gives love fully and unconditionally. And they'll even remind you that they require a pretty fall morning in which to romp.
Enjoy the weather, everybody, and have a great weekend.