A Man and His Dogs

My hubby is such a good Doggie Daddy! And his dogs are hopelessly devoted to him. He is their favorite human by far. He was here when I brought Miss Jessie home from the pound almost eight years ago. Took about 30 seconds for them to bond.

Before we married I would pack up the kid, the car and the dog (and usually something baked) and we'd head down south (about 40 minutes away) to see Geoff. The minute I turned down his street, Miss Jessie would begin to whine and wiggle around because she knew exactly where we were going. She would burst through the door and race around till she found him.

I am fortunate to overhear many tender moments between man and dog. My masculine man cooing things like "she's a good girl, yes she is" and "love the puppy girl." The dynamic is a bit different with Juneau, being that he's a boy dog. There is a lot of rough housing, tugs of war with ropes, and tonight I overheard him say to Juneau "great, come sit here and pant in my ear, I love that."

He's a good guy. The dogs (and I) are blessed to have him in our lives.