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Eddie is my dog, companion and my best friend. If he could hand things up to me or I could hand things down to him life would be perfect. Life isn't meant to be perfect but that's okay. Even if another dog could, I would never trade my Eddie.
I technically live alone and other than going to work, I isolate. But I am not alone with Eddie. We talk and communicate in so many ways.
Friday on my way home from work I stopped and purchased dinner. Strips of grilled chicken with vegetables and rice. When I got home there was Eddie waiting for his walk. After quickly placing my things in the apartment we went for our walk. Once we returned, I decided I wasn't hungry so I transferred my dinner from styrofoam to a container and put it in the fridge. Eddie the whole time wiggling and wagging, grinning his most charming grin. I gave him a dog treat and while her ran off with it I made his dry food mixed with a little warmed chicken broth and refreshed his water bowl.
That was it for me, I made my way to the couch and remote.
Eddie stood in front of me wagging and doing his series of sounds from tiny sneezes to little gruffs.
I told him his dinner was in the kitchen and I did an shoo wave towards the kitchen. With a sniff, he went towards the kitchen, he left the kitchen and went up the hall to the bedroom. He was in there for a bit and then he comes out with a piece of old pizza crust hidden who knows where, drops it on the floor in front of me and gives it a push towards me with his nose. No wiggle, wag or grin just a steady stare. First at me, then the crust and back at me before another nudge at the crust towards me. He was either trying to make a trade or say I know you brought in takeout so share.
Of course I cut up some of the chicken strips, added a little rice and mixed it with a fresh scoop of kibble.
Afterwards he jumped up on the couch for some scratching before finally settling down behind the bend of my knees to nap as he waits for me to go to bed.
He will let me know its bedtime by jumping down, heading towards the hall and stopping to look back at me before heading to the bedroom. He will keep coming back to check every 15 minutes or so until I turn in. He will not get on my bed unless I am there and even then he waits for me to pat the bed or say in a regular non-coaxing voice, "c'mon" and like a rocket he's on the bed and if I'm not in the mood for scratching him, the struggle for the prime real estate, the middle of the bed ensues.
He saves me and I love him.
I technically live alone and other than going to work, I isolate. But I am not alone with Eddie. We talk and communicate in so many ways.
Friday on my way home from work I stopped and purchased dinner. Strips of grilled chicken with vegetables and rice. When I got home there was Eddie waiting for his walk. After quickly placing my things in the apartment we went for our walk. Once we returned, I decided I wasn't hungry so I transferred my dinner from styrofoam to a container and put it in the fridge. Eddie the whole time wiggling and wagging, grinning his most charming grin. I gave him a dog treat and while her ran off with it I made his dry food mixed with a little warmed chicken broth and refreshed his water bowl.
That was it for me, I made my way to the couch and remote.
Eddie stood in front of me wagging and doing his series of sounds from tiny sneezes to little gruffs.
I told him his dinner was in the kitchen and I did an shoo wave towards the kitchen. With a sniff, he went towards the kitchen, he left the kitchen and went up the hall to the bedroom. He was in there for a bit and then he comes out with a piece of old pizza crust hidden who knows where, drops it on the floor in front of me and gives it a push towards me with his nose. No wiggle, wag or grin just a steady stare. First at me, then the crust and back at me before another nudge at the crust towards me. He was either trying to make a trade or say I know you brought in takeout so share.
Of course I cut up some of the chicken strips, added a little rice and mixed it with a fresh scoop of kibble.
Afterwards he jumped up on the couch for some scratching before finally settling down behind the bend of my knees to nap as he waits for me to go to bed.
He will let me know its bedtime by jumping down, heading towards the hall and stopping to look back at me before heading to the bedroom. He will keep coming back to check every 15 minutes or so until I turn in. He will not get on my bed unless I am there and even then he waits for me to pat the bed or say in a regular non-coaxing voice, "c'mon" and like a rocket he's on the bed and if I'm not in the mood for scratching him, the struggle for the prime real estate, the middle of the bed ensues.
He saves me and I love him.
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