Doggy Days
I’m not a dog person. In fact, I’m not even an animal person. You’ll never see me holding up a PETA sign . But some how God softened my heart to this little King Charles Cavalier and on Valentine’s day this year we told our four we were going over a friend’s house to pick up “something. ”
When the owners of the pup handed him over to my kids, my oldest who’s wanted a dog all his life had a blank expression on his face. Later he told me he didn’t believe the puppy was ours until we took him to the car.
Well, this guy is really hard not to like. I did all the research and wanted the perfect family dog and our little Jedi is the perfect family dog. Sure he’s had his fair share of accidents, and chewed a few toys, but he toughs it out when Gracie abuses him, and he’ll rough house with the older boys. He’s always ready to snuggle up on my lap if I let him, in fact this breed can be a little “needy” for love.
Right now he’s snuggled up on my lap as I type. Which brings me to another question. Why in the world does the pup always groom himself while he sits in my lap?
