About a week or so ago we had one of our friends Greg come over to join us for a quiet night of dinner and a movie. Our male dane Caesar loves Greg and while not normally a kisser can’t keep his tongue off his uncle Greg. Meanwhile his tail is spinning madly like a propeller (and no need to tell you how much a danes tail hurts if you are unfortunate enough to get in it’s way). Greg is our only friend he reacts to this way. I would be a liar if I said I was not a little jealous of the admiration fest going on. I mean I know my dog loves me, but get a room already.
What’s funny is I used to be that uncle to a Labrador named Simon, who belonged to a friend of ours. I used to get a secret thrill that he went bonkers whenever I visited, and that his hyper-affection was for me alone. I had that power. I have this theory that when a dog is a pup there must be a certain point in their development where they bond with someone outside of the immediate pack and decide they love them. No matter how long it is afterwards, they always remember that person as someone special. I may be totally wrong and would love to hear from anyone who thinks otherwise, or has a dog that has that one special family friend that sends them over the edge.
but you know what I mean. Don’t know who said this or where it originated, but came across it today and it really spoke to me so I thought I would pass along to you all. Enjoy.
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