I’m not sure when it happened, maybe this is the way it’s been since birth (his not mine). At some distinct moment in time I became a golden retriever. I fetch, I role over, play dead, get my belly rubbed a couple times a week, and I even get taken on long walks every so often.
Take last night for example, Fred thought I’d like a round of fetch after dinner so we spent an hour playing “I’ll throw the toy under the couch and you go get it”. He even made it easier on me by bringing along his triceratops flashlight. (My eyes are getting bad in my old age hence the word “golden” retriever). Fetch lasts all day and lately it's followed by the words “Uh oooh!!!” I keep telling him it’s not an “uh oh” if he throws something on purpose, but I think he just says that cause it always gets a laugh out of me. Kinda like giving me a treat for doing such a good job.
He loves to take walks in his wagon, but he’s not walking anywhere. It’s not a walk when you fall asleep two blocks from the house and wake up back at home.
He’s obsessed about my belly button and is constantly trying to raise my shirt to get a better view.
Finally, just like a dog by the end of the day I will sleep anywhere. The foot of the bed, the floor in the middle of the hall, under the coffee table…I don’t care I just need sleep.
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