He's not a farm dog. He doesn't follow you out to a task and keep you company. He doesn't lay down and watch you sweat in the burning sun or sit in the rain wondering why you've chosen to work out in the pouring rain.
Instead he waits until you sit down to enjoy a moment of relaxation and then he'll wander over and want his butt scratched. After his itch is satisfied, or when you simply tire of giving him pleasure, he wander back to the bedroom and hop onto the bed.
He'll burrow down into the covers where he then sheds a pound of hair and fills the air with the odor le' dog.
He barks at the neighbors as long as he doesn't get too wet, or cold. He minds when he thinks food may be involved. He wakes me ever morning to make sure that neither he nor the cats risk the agonies of starvation.
Yes I have a dog, or as the situation really sits, my dog has a human. One who feeds and cares for him. I swear that dog just lets me live with him.
