Yesterday was all about Dad and his boy. I helped him move stuff around on the back porch/deck. By “helped him”, I mean I laid on the patio furniture and watched to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. In between moves, I gave him kisses to let him know he had my full support.
Even when Mom got home, I laid with Dad. Don’t get me wrong. I was excited to see Mom but she ruined it. She was paying attention to Cheney (the bird) and I needed loves. So, I hung out with my Dad. He doesn’t baby me like Mom does but he always looks me right in the eyes when he tells me he loves me.
That’s what life is all about. Loving and feeling loved. As much as I love new toys and biscuits, nothing beats hearing Mom and Dad tell me how much they love me. Even though I know it, it’s so reassuring to hear it. I’m so lucky that they tell me everyday, many times a day.
Make sure you tell your loved ones you love them – humans, pups, and otherwise. Even if you have already done it, it can’t hurt to tell them again.