Meet Sir Ryan MacDuff of Alvin, our resident Cairn Terror–uh, terrier. For some time now, I’ve meant to post this picture of my dog, Duffy, doing his best to thwart my writing efforts. (Not that he is the sole reason for my lack of posts recently.) Ever since I got this new little laptop, he revels in plopping himself right on the keyboard. Several problems. He’s a horrid typist and even if he were not, I’ve yet to teach him to communicate in people speak, He does have quite an expressive language of his own, which while amusing, is something I’m utterly sure is best that I not understand literally.
Now I’m quite certain the little guy can read my thoughts. He is attuned to every mood, every nuance of my voice and knows instinctively how I feel. If I’m having a good day, he’s playful and often wants to take me for a walk. When I’m feeling poorly, he’s content to stay on the bed with me and can go the entire day without asking to go outside. Further, if he know I’m sick, he doesn’t leave my side. He most often is found curled up next to me–hip to hip is his preferred location. Or, if I’m in my recliner, curled up on the arm of the chair. Of course, if I’m otherwise occupied and he’s on his own, he has been been known to sneak to his forbidden place–my pillows! And of course, he gives me the sweetest, most innocent look when I find him there.
Dogs seem to have a way of keeping us honest too. On days when he “knows” I’m feeling OK, but still prefer to lounge in my chair, he calls me on it. It’s then I get THE LOOK–that haughty stare that demands attention and/or action. Or when I get just a tad bit too absorbed in a book…
Hey, it’s me, your bestest friend here, and I need some of your time–a walk, a treat, a belly rub. Yo, look at me! Ignore me at your own peril!
He’s been known to nudge a book out of my hands. He’ll crawl right up on my chest and look directly into my eyes, daring me to disregard him, but always rewards me with a flurry of soft doggy kisses when I comply with his wishes.
No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich. ~Louis Sabin
My days, my life, have become fuller because of this little furry creature. I can’t imagine my life without him in it. He’s given me so much more than I can ever give him in return, but it doesn’t bother him at all. He’s always ecstatic when I return after even a short absence, making even a dull day brighter. He is the epitome of love enacted. I am blessed that he shares himself with me.