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How many of you have a dog? Our dog is a 3-year-old Beagle/Labrador mix named Toby. Some days he's a Beaglador, and other days he’s a Labeagle, but he’s always a wild, barking, “Marley” kind of dog. My son, who was 3 when Toby came to live with us, calls him his brother.
They are best pals, and where you see one, the other is close by. Our son taught Toby how to dig holes in the yard, and once we caught Toby trying to bury him in one.
When Bubba is playing with his cars Toby is right there, and when Bubs isn’t looking Toby steals the cars and chews off the wheels. When Bubba is playing with his dinosaurs, he gives the herbivores to Toby to chew up so that they look like carnivores mauled them. Toby is always happy to do so.
Every morning Toby barks, growls, and tries to chase off the big yellow monster that steals away his brother. That school bus is not his friend, even in the afternoon when it brings his brother back.
When the bus has gone Toby will whine, howl, and scratch at the door. After a while he goes to his pillow, lies down, and eventually he is quiet.
I totally understand his frustration. I miss the days when Bubba was home all day. There are times when the house feels so big, so quiet, and quite lonely when everyone else is gone. Today this wet, gloomy, rainy day is one of them.
I have tons of chores that need completed, e-mails to answer, phone calls to return, and candles to deliver, but today if anyone is looking for me they’ll find me next to Toby, staring at the door.
They are best pals, and where you see one, the other is close by. Our son taught Toby how to dig holes in the yard, and once we caught Toby trying to bury him in one.
When Bubba is playing with his cars Toby is right there, and when Bubs isn’t looking Toby steals the cars and chews off the wheels. When Bubba is playing with his dinosaurs, he gives the herbivores to Toby to chew up so that they look like carnivores mauled them. Toby is always happy to do so.
Every morning Toby barks, growls, and tries to chase off the big yellow monster that steals away his brother. That school bus is not his friend, even in the afternoon when it brings his brother back.
When the bus has gone Toby will whine, howl, and scratch at the door. After a while he goes to his pillow, lies down, and eventually he is quiet.
I totally understand his frustration. I miss the days when Bubba was home all day. There are times when the house feels so big, so quiet, and quite lonely when everyone else is gone. Today this wet, gloomy, rainy day is one of them.
I have tons of chores that need completed, e-mails to answer, phone calls to return, and candles to deliver, but today if anyone is looking for me they’ll find me next to Toby, staring at the door.
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Blessings!
Dana
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