Tuesday, March 18, 2014

A Symbiotic Relationship

I get to laugh, no matter how bad things get. Every day. No matter how little there is to laugh about.

 Every time I put my wool socks on. Every time I throw my old sneakers on to go outside for whatever reason. And sometimes just at random.

Daisy gets to roll around between my feet, doing her best to slow me down on my trip to the barn, rooting around in said socks, grunting and groaning and stealing lots of pets and ear and tail tugs. It takes me a lo-o-o-ong time to get my socks on. 

And Daisy gets to bark at me, "Hurry up! Hurry up! Woo, woo, woo!"

And to clatter around the floor, bundle of bolting, silly-joy-joy, happy, happy, happy, at the mere possibility of going outside where there be bunnies.

 I get a little 12-pound toaster muffin snuggled tightly between my bare feet in the kitchen as I type.....don't move, mama, you might step on the little one.

And Daisy gets to share the big, thick sleeping bag I drape over my chair to keep me warm and give me a place for those bare feet. She has her own bed, but it doesn't have pre-heated feet in it so.......

You see....symbiosis at its finest.


Cathy said...

Someone, somewhere . . may have written a more heart-warming paen to their dog . . but I've not encountered it - and don't imagine I ever will.

Throwback at Trapper Creek said...

What a sweetie - who knew she would steal our hearts :)

Jacqueline Donnelly said...

Girl, you really nailed that happy-dog thing!

lisa said...

You sure are right, there is always something that can make you smile, even if it is for a short period of time!

Rev. Paul said...

Yep ... a foot-warmer that can follow your feet. Perfect!

Terry and Linda said...

Nothing better than a dog...ever!

✿♥ღ Linda