I bet when you read that title, you thought this was going to be about one of my girls, right? Well, you’d be wrong. It’s about my main man…
Okay, so he’s not my MAIN man. But he’s a close second.
Every morning Buster and I have this little game that we play. And frankly, I’ve grown quite tired of it.
He has allergies. He chews on his feet constantly and he hates walking in the grass when there’s dew on it in the morning.
Every morning I try to get him to wait until the dew is gone before taking him out. But it never fails. He will walk up to me and give me those sad eyes and a look that says “Why? Why do you not take me outside? I long to be outside.”
So, I will grumble at him and then take him out. We get one step out the door onto the side patio and he stands there. Looking at the dewy grass and not moving. Then he turns those eyes to me again as if to say “Why? Why do you bring me out to this dewy grass when you know that I don’t like it?”
And then we stand there and stare each other down for about 3 minutes and then I grumble again and take him back inside and wait for the dew to go away.
But still, I love him. How could you not love a dog that would let you do this to him?
Oh, it’s time for his allergy medicine. In which he will look at me as if to say “Why? Why do you do this…”