During the last few days I’ve spent a fair amount of quality time with my roomie’s dog. I often am gone quite a bit and so is she. It occurred to me that when I have time I can spend at the old homestead I should spend it with our favorite little fur buddy. Especially since the doggie day care went out of business so he can’t go play with his buddies and the weather has been so inclement he isn’t even going to the dog park regularly.
So instead of disappearing to an office or my bedroom, I’ve been bundling up on the couch with my little pal in the fur coat while I slave away on the laptop. Since it is still cold out he enjoys being wrapped up in an old serape I got years ago at the Alaska Fair in Palmer, Alaska and curling up next to me – or on me, if he can manage it. In between documents and naps I encourage him to learn the game of fetch and make him the odd scrambled egg or olive oil laced kibble.
Yesterday when I got home he had been with his Mom, heard me coming and shot out of her room (a very unusual treat for him) and down the stairs. I was actually surprised since usually I play second fiddle (as I should) to his Mom. He spent most of the rest of the evening camped with me on the couch until I scooted upstairs for a teleconference call. When I got home tonight we also spent some serious serape time together with him sleeping across my legs.
I only recently realized (thanks to the new hearing aid) that he makes little grunting noises when he gets cuddled, like a little pig. I now wonder if all dogs make these little huffing, grunting sounds and I never knew it. I also wonder how I missed feeling it when I held him – or maybe this is something entirely new.