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I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. There is no greater feeling than coming home to a doggie that loves and misses you. No matter how awful my day has been, walking in the door and seeing him bound toward me as fast as he little legs will carry him washes away all my frustrations. He sees me and lights up like a little fire engine. hehehe.

He loves me unconditionally. He doesn’t care what I am to the rest of the world. All he knows is daddy’s home! If I am ever in doubt, I take one look at the face and I am home. At this point, I’m not sure who owns who. I do know my life is better because of him.

I picked him up a 2nd bed this past weekend. He has the one you see as well as an extra one in the bedroom. This way I don’t have to haul his bedding back and forth every day. Now that his potty training is under control, he sleeps on his bed in my room at night. He has gotten to where he almost doesn’t try to get in bed with me anymore. For awhile, he developed this habit of climbing into bed and crawling under the covers. He’d crawl all the way to the end and flop down and go to sleep. Usually, he’ll position himself so his body is against my legs. If he didn’t shed so much it would be ok. lol Anyway, I think he likes his little beds. Once he gets his way and knows he can get in bed with me, he gets bored and goes back to his own bed. Plus daddy’s tossing and turning tends to interrupt his sleep. hehehe

Everyone has commented how much he has changed since I got him. Besides his healthy weight and size, he is much more well-behaved now compared to before. Oh, he has his moments. If company comes over he still gets worked up for the first 10 minutes or so. He also tries his hand at being defiant at times. He definitely likes to push and see how far he can go.  At those moments, we have our little come to Jesus talk and he remembers who’s boss. They seem to be few and far between now.

Ok, I’ve blathered on enough about him. I’ll shut up now.