We’ve been best friends since I was 8. I’ve hugged him while I’ve cried and he’s made me laugh so hard there were tears. He knows all my secrets. He’s seen me at my best, and he’s seen me at my worst. Yet he never fails to greet me like I’m the best thing that happened to his day, tail wagging exuberantly and smile so big it takes up half his face. I’ll be honest, he might get a little bit of special treatment.
He gets to ride in my lap when we all go to the park. He always gets a scrap from the table. He doesn’t get scolded if he barks. He gets whatever toy he wants. (And this isn’t my doing, Zuka will give it up if he goes for it!) He’s never blamed for anything. (Well, unless he poops in the house. Which does happen occasionally. After all, he is pretty stinking old.) He even gets to sleep in the bed sometimes (much to Jake’s chagrin).
Zuka might think he’s in charge, but Frisky and I both know who the real man of the house is. I mean, he wears a blue bandana. If that’s not reason enough, I don’t know what is.
:)