I love my dog, I really do. There's nothing better than having your own warm fuzzy four-legged friend to cuddle up to on a cold day, to snuggle close to you when you are sad, rejoice with canine excitement when you are happy, to wake you up in the morning (or in Kenai's case, the middle of the night to ask if he can come up on the bed), to ride in the car with you, chase the chickens, and alert you when someone pulls in the driveway. I'm not sure how people get along without them. Someone once commented to me that, "it would be a inconvenience to always have to take them out or find someone to watch them if you wanted to go somewhere." Maybe since I've never been without a dog that I can remember, I don't even think of those things. My husband and I went on a mini-vacation two springs ago and left Kenai with my parents. He of course was well taken care of, but when we would go to bed at night in our big king-sized bed, we felt like something was missing. Kenai is such a permanent fixture in our family that going somewhere without him is hard. And yes, he sleeps right between us at night, all 75 pounds of him. Not the whole night; usually right when we go to bed, then he'll get down until about 4am, then hop back up. He's like clockwork. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
No comments:
Post a Comment