My dog Rex woke up this morning with spiked hair and a little bleary eyed.
“What’s up with that that?” I asked him.
Rex uttered a subdued growl in response.
I turned on the local news for him while I put on the coffee.
Rex clearly was needing a shot of caffeine himself.
“Remember Rex, we’ve got some training to do later tonight,” I told him as I walked into the kitchen.
This time I detected a yawn.
I ‘m anxious to get my handsome man fully trained to be a therapy dog, but wasn’t feeling ‘the love’ from Rex for the idea at 5:00 a.m.
But when I returned with my coffee mug and a small saucer for him, I found Rex energized watching a special story involving a special dog.
I sat down to join him.
Afterwards, I told him, “Regarding your training, you’ve been doing well. I think you’re almost ready to start your visits.
“But there’s one more thing, the spiked hair’s gotta go.”
Rex slowly raised his head and looked up at me.
And I know this time, I clearly detected a smile.