My terrier Tucker is tenacious in getting what he wants.
He’s also territorial.
Take this morning for example.
The canine clan and I were enjoying the cool morning breeze on the porch when I went into the kitchen to grab a refill of coffee.
I first stopped to move a few magnets on the refrigerator to accommodate my latest art acquisition.
It’s a cheery brightly colored portrait of a brown pup created by a little six year old friend of mine.
I’d left it on my writing desk out on the porch.
When I returned there with my coffee, I saw Tuck had grabbed my blanket and the new picture was up on the loveseat next to him.
Maybe the breeze had carried the art over in his direction.
Though my eleven year senior boy is still quite an athlete and counter surfs with the best of then.
When I tried to take away the picture, Tuck let our a gentle, guttural growl.
“All right, you can keep it for now but don’t let it get dog eared,” I told him. “And I get the blanket.”
I took his snoring as an acceptance of my compromise.
And soon this senior was softly snoring away as well.
Can I have a snack?
I’m so good. I don’t talk back.
Then please, scratch my back.
I’m one good old boy.
Love to play, then nap away.
I dig my backyard.
Beauty comes with age.
Wise, yet sweet. They still love treats.
Old dogs make me smile.
My corgi girl is now fourteen.
A sweeter canine I’ve never seen.
She’s going white, I’m growing gray.
Yet we both know still how to play.
So full of love, this peaceful little dove.
Smiling up at me, and the blue sky above.
A beacon so bright, she’s been a delight.
My girl won’t leave me without a good fight.
Still, there will be a day, though not soon I pray.
When this good girl’s finally called far away.
I trust she’ll rest well, and I’ll then rest, too.
Knowing our love and deep friendship was true.
Sleepy? Not for long.
Sure, we’re cold and maybe old.
Look, we still can smile!
You speak with your eyes.
They tell me so much.
Today you need treats.
And one gentle touch.
You’ve got it my friend.
I’ll throw in some sun.
The blues will soon melt.
I’m promising fun.
I’ll always be here.
You’ve been here for me.
We’re still finding joy.
How lucky are we?