Love is

I’ve mentioned before about my boy dog, Belty, whose kidneys are shutting. down. I’ve been spending as much time as I can with my good boy. Since neither one of us is very healthy, our quality time is mainly snuggling in the lazy boy chair or in the bed.

It rained very hard last night, and Belty came romping in at bedtime, feeling pretty good for a change, after being in the rain. We have a doggie door, so our dogs can go in and out all day and night as they see fit.

Sitting around in the house with sick Mom must be pretty boring. Going outside on a rainy night must have been a nice change of scenery. Plus, there are mice that hang out in the plants around our goldfish pond.

Mice are fun to try to catch! He is too good of a boy to really catch a mouse, though. He just likes the chase, if he is feeling good that day…

He is used to little, quickly moving things. He has never touched one of my birds, and I have all sizes from teensy lovebird to Rufus, our parrot. Candy, my lovebird will jump right on Belty’s head, back, butt or feet, and he will just look at me as if to say: “Mom, get this off of me!”

But, he would not hurt anything. He has been my good boy for more than 10 years. I know my boy…

So, anyway, I was in bed doing a Sudoku, and in comes Belty after being in the rain, and he jumps into my lap.

So, what are you going to do? The room is cold, the dog is wet. Decisions decisions… Well, you cuddle him, of course!

I mentioned a few blogs ago about the Dear Abby or Ann Landers letter from a woman long ago. Women were complaining about their hubby’s snoring. She had said that she wished her husband was alive so she could hear him snore. That one letter years ago helps me put a lot of things into perspective…

I’m going to have plenty of time after Belty’s kidneys totally shut down to sleep in a warm, dry bed.

First things first.

Love is cuddling a cold, wet dog in your bed….