See? Here's Reggie:
Reggie yawning & Bingo in the foreground:
Reggie behind me:
Buddy likes to jump up on my chair behind me and then right-angle his body onto my lap:
Lying on my lap:
|Right before Buddy goes in for a smooch.|
|Another day, another smooch!|
Hard to tell, but Buddy & Reggie are playing:
|Tabby in the background, with cattish disdain.|
And then Reggie leaves:
This is Buddy Pre-Roo-Roo!
Here's Buddy in the office, on the meditation chair:
|Zzzzz . . .|
But he really likes to be in his "cave" :
In the boudoir cave:
Under the sheepskin.
|Zzzzz . . .|
Tabby comes for a scritchy-scratch:
And now here are a few pix from the proper. fancy-pants camera:
In the Office
This is her "feed me" look.
Here comes Reggie:
|"Did someone mention FOOD?"|
In the meditation chair:
But he really prefers this:
Bingo is harshin' Buddy's cave mellow:
In The Living Room
Whenever the dogs hear the mail truck on the street, or a truck in the driveway, it means it's Mail Carrier Tessa--because she has treats! Here's Buddy waiting with anticipation:
But alas! No Tessa. No treats:
It has been a difficult week. Not with the dogs, but just because I'm really missing Mum. Having the dogs means I have to get up every morning, even when I don't feel like it. I am so grateful to have them; they are a source of comfort and laughter. I don't know how non-dog or non-pet people work thru grief. Because it's work. And it's exhausting. And really, I'd rather stay in bed. But I'm moving thru it. And the dogs are a big help. The cat? Playing with a pen on my nightstand in the wee hours of the morning and then knocking everything off--not so helpful. He was prolly aiming for Reggie. Ha! But Tabby really helped me when Maggie died, so I'll give him a pass. Reggie's wags and Bingo's belly rubs and Buddy's snuggles are getting me thru this time. I am forever grateful.