Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I haven't mentioned it lately, but we have the best dog in the world.
When I was little, my family really DID have the best dog ever, a silver & black German Shepard named Smokey. Smokey would let us kids lay all over her and use her as a pillow, she'd let me dress her puppies up in my doll clothes, and she even allowed a stray fawn to attempt to nurse. Best of all, she knew when any of us was sad and she'd come lay by us and love us (or let us love her) until we felt better. As grown-ups, every one of us kids has attempted to find our own Smokey and have each failed miserably.
Until Moby. He comes the closest to living up to the gold-standard set by Smokey. He allows Anna to lay on him; heck, he even allows BUNNY to crawl on him.
He lays in the middle of the highest-traffic area of the house, like this:
Until someone finally takes the hint and scratches his chest.
And the best thing ever: he SMILES when we come home.
I have tried and tried to get a picture of this, but I have to be quick and have the camera ready as I am walking through the back gate, and then, if he can't see ME smiling (because the camera is in the way) he won't do it. When he smiles, it makes him sneeze. It's so cute.
And for good meaure, a gratuitous Anna-and-Rootbeer picture.
I love our furballs.