Little Prince

I have such a crush on my little doggy, it isn't even funny.  Yes, he's always underfoot, and he follows me everywhere I go, and it gets annoying sometimes when I can't even go to the bathroom without him bulldozing his way in to see what I'm doing....but it makes me feel good as well, knowing that somebody out there cares enough about me to make sure I'm ok.  He must  know that hundreds of people die on their toilets every year!  Smart doggy.

We had a huge thunderstorm last night, and at one point the rain didn't let up for hours.  I was doing laundry in the back when I heard a commotion in the kitchen - my hubby telling the Bugzah what a good boy he was, and the furious clinking of Bugsy's tags against his collar betrayed the fact that he was wiggling his little butt in excitement...

I hurried into the kitchen to see what was going on, when I noticed that both of them were soaked.  I walked in just in time to see my hubby shaking out the umbrella and putting it up to dry.  He joyously shouted, "Bug-Zah went potty out in the rain!  Tell him what a good boy he is!" and I looked down to see Bugsy had rushed into the dining room to dry himself off on the carpet.  I laughed as I grabbed a towel out of the laundry room, telling him how good he was as I dried him off.  I took his collar off so it wouldn't get all smelly, and he stretched out on the carpet so I could admire his beautiful white neck that all but disappears when we put that thick leather HD collar on him. 

He walks around like a different dog when he has his collar off - as if to say "look how pretty I am!" he sits up taller, and prances around as though he's royalty.  I can't help but give him kisses and rub on his neck, I don't get to see it very often!  He sure is a handsome boy!