One of my best friends posted that her four-legged canine buddy passed away. Made me go hug and love on our two hounds, thankful that our 14 yr old black lab and 8 yr old schnauzer are still with us.
There’s just something about a dog’s unconditional love that makes them so unique and special in the world of pets. Loyalty. Loyalty. Loyalty. All they want is to please us, love us, and be loved in return. (Ok, so a couple of cookies might be on their agenda, too… at least they are for my schnauzer.)
And he deserves a couple extra cookies, in my book. Everyone worried about how he’d be once my son was born. Would he be jealous? Would he do ‘something’? After all, he was my ‘baby’ first.
He watched over us is what he did. Looking back now (and it wasn’t that long ago), the first few weeks having our son home was blurry and foggy. Probably due to lack of sleep and adjusting to new parenthood. Wherever I laid down to nurse the baby, our schnauzer would jump up on the bed and place himself between us and the door. He’d face the bedroom door and sleep with one eye open, I am sure. He’d follow us into the nursery and watch the door. He’d run to the nursery if the baby was crying there. He looks at me with that, “Aren’t-you-going-to-help-the-kid” look when our son is fussing.
I want this little dog with me (and my son) forever…