Thinking I’d cure another bout of insomnia with a dose of late-night television I headed for the couch. As I settled in, Audie (who has decided his career path is constant companion) let me know that he had something important to say.
Audie sat and stared intently at me. Then he stared pointedly at the beanbag chair across the room. Then at the floor next to the couch. And he repeated the entire process again. In exactly the same order.
“Mom. The beanbag I like to lay on. It needs to be here, right next to you.”
My dog speaks more clearly to me than most people do. And a lot of the conversations he and I have are like that. Quiet, calm and to the point – but not all of them. When the mood strikes the boy can be quite loquacious…
Loyal, polite and articulate – he’s my kind of guy.