(photo by Selina Bailey)
Dobby has claimed many firsts:
First house dog
First paid for dog
First small dog
First dog of a specific breed
First dog to actually get trained for a specific purpose (which was therapy dog, and then I decided maybe he could just be MY therapy dog, and he's been excellent at it.)
Right now, he is curled up on my left foot, snoring gently, but ready to leap up and bark like crazy until whatever got his attention gets scared away. He's been pretty rustled up by all the boxes and suitcases around the house lately. I keep telling him we are taking him with us!!!
He's been a town dog, and then a country dog, and he's about to become both. I plan to bring him with me to the farm regularly. I mean, somebody has to bark at all the things, right? And Grandma needs to have her pug time.
I think I'm always going to have a dog in the house. Preferably a pug. I type this despite the fact that he just stretched and tooted. Man, even his farts are cute. Usually.
He's been such a blessing to our family.
I wonder if in October we'll have to have a big anniversary party, marking the ten years he's been in our lives. But, he doesn't know. We're making a big deal out of him today but he just turns his head sideways and wags his little curly tail. It's like throwing a first birthday party for a baby -- the child does not know why there's been a cake placed in front of him. It's not for the baby. It's for the parents. Dog birthday parties? Nah. Just give him extra belly rubs.
Maybe an extra chewy bone.
update - he got a RIDE IN THE TRUCK! We went down the town line, then down the next concession road, and back on the highway home. He doesn't care if we ended up where we started, he got a ride in the truck and had a big doggy grin on his flat face the whole time.