I still wonder what I’m doing with a year old pup.
Rex came home with me from the shelter right before Christmas.
I often worry if this handsome man will outlive me.
And then I worry if for some reason he won’t.
A clever one, Rex’s learned to recognize my approaching furrowed brow anytime anxiety prepares for landing.
He then takes over as co-pilot.
Rex suddenly will start to snort and laugh at himself.
And he won’t quit the game until I do the same.
I know now why I chose my special pup.
This handsome boy’s keeping this aging girl young.
And he’s doing the same in the process.
That’s exactly what my doctor ordered.
And oh, what a sweet prescription he is!