For some reason, Dad decided not to close the door on Rooney's kennel last night after all. While I take a more realistic approach to our girl, she is his Princess and can do no wrong. I am largely ignored by her all day, while she sits staring out the window waiting for him to come through the door. When he does, and both of them know a good five minutes before he pulls into the driveway, all of their stored up energy is released. HE'S HOME! WooHoo!! Now, don't get me wrong, I like him. He's a very nice man. But, come on! I'm the one who feeds them and then picks up their poop. If somebody needs medication or a shot - guess who gets to do it? Right.
While Jack takes a very direct approach at waking me (scraping his paw down the wood on the side of my new, much loved bed) Rooney is more subtle. She breathes on your face. No lick. No cold nose on your nose. Just a puff of air. It's disconcerting. It's like, "Is it my time, Lord?" No, it's just Rooney, bored and wanting attention. That it's the middle of the night means nothing. She doesn't need to go out. She's not thirsty. She just wanted to say hi and make sure you're still alive.
Once again, Rooney decided to join Jack in his bed. I guess Jack decided it wasn't worth sleeping on the cold tile, so he stayed with her this time. They actually spooned. Andy said Jack was curled up in a ball with Rooney wrapped around him. They're goofy.
Every evening, while I am sitting with Fancy in my recliner, Andy is on the couch with both Bullys. Jack is usually next to him but Rooney is always on his lap. I've said it before, she is undeterred by Jack's presence. If she wants to get close to her Dad, she just sits on top of Jack, who doesn't seem to mind. Rooney rarely licks. She just pushes her face into his, expecting him to kiss her - or regurgitate food! Who knows? All I know is that I get death stares from her while she's cozying up to her favorite human in the world. I'm not sure what she's trying to tell me, but my imagination runs toward, "See. He loves me. You're just mean." Or, "You can leave now. Dad's home." Maybe, "You don't appreciate him the way I do!" Who knows? I'm not sure I need to know. One thing is clear - Rooney loves him.
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| This is My dad! |
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| I love you, too. |
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| Just hanging out |
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| The look that says it all... |
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| Jack won't move, sooo... |
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| Sharing a bed.
Yesterday's post had a disturbing post script. I won't do that today. After all, I want to make you laugh, not think I'm a ghoul. As much as I want to tell you about the PSA about organ donation I saw, featuring a man and his dog, I will resist. Like, how the dog followed the man everywhere, even chasing the ambulance he was in after having a stroke. I won't say anything about the devoted dog waiting outside the hospital, hoping his master will walk through the door. And I definitely won't tell you how the dog reacted when the organ recipient was wheeled through the door instead. You'll just have to watch it yourself...reshareworthy.com
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