Henry. (Resting his sweet head on my
sister’s leg.) A fancy dog. Has papers and everything. So much personality and
energy. At five years old, he’s only slowed down a bit. He drives TLC a bit nuttier each day. But she (secretly) adores him. Little Leighton (LL)
thinks he’s her brother. Baby Elle laughs and laughs every single time she
looks at him.
Teddy Buddy Boo Bear. Doing what he does every
morning of his life: Looking out our bedroom window while he waits for My Sweet
Hubby (MSH) to take him for his daily walk. (And, yes. That’s a special hand
towel for his chin. It has a pretty little bird on it. He tends to get my
windowsills a teensy yucky with, well, dog slobber. Sorry.) Kind. Gentle.
Loyal. Jealous (of any and everyone who even looks at MSH—ESPECIALLY LL—even
though he does like LL—a lot.) A tidbit lazy—he is nine years old. Which makes him 63. A year
older than ELC. That ain’t young.
Our
Lives: Better. Happier. More fun. More interesting. Sillier. Full of lots o’
dog expenses (Yikes. Vet bills, boarding, special diets and meds. Oh. My.).
LUCKIER. RICHER. BLESSED.
Thank
You, Dear Lord God Almighty, for these cherished family members.
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