love buddies

Yesterday was the first day of the estate sale, and though it was successful by human standards, there were two golden retrievers upstairs during the entire sale, and they were fairly stressed about all the hubbub.  

When I came home last night I was greeted anxiously by Ella, and because I didn’t want to clunk her in the head with all of my overflowing bags of books I told her to go lay down.  While I was setting my stuff down I sweet talked her but she only responded with a mournful look, her sad mouth still holding the stuffed dragon that she had hoped would catch my attention. 

After dinner I climbed into bed with all of my books, and Robert, who also noticed that Ella was particularly stressed, invited her up on the bed.  He gave her some love, but what she really wanted was some time with me.  I’m not tooting my own horn here.  We are soul mates, so we are at the top of each other’s love buddies list.

I put away every book but one and snuggled up with her.  Usually she is not a cuddler and only tolerates snuggles if she is getting something in return.  Belly scratches are at the top of her list. 

Last night she not only cuddled with me and allowed me to hold a book with one hand, she also stayed with me for some time.  I wouldn’t normally use the word precious to describe my scalawag dog, but last night she was stinkin’ precious.