Toby on Love
Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2020 12:43 pm
I ask him, “Do you understand what I mean when I say ‘I love you’?”
He sits on my chest, sometimes lying down, or sits above my head (a paw hugging either side of my forehead) kissing me nonstop for several minutes.
He runs to my at the slightest sense of sadness or melancholy, kissing me relentlessly.
He sleeps under my desk while I work, waking to bark away strange dangerous noises—neighbors walking other dogs, cars driving past our home, the letter carrier putting mail into our mail slot—protecting me.
He jumps on my lap, surfing as I drive my wheelchair.
He waits by the door when I put my shoes on, whining to take him with me, even though I tell him “Stay home” and “I’ll be back soon.”
He waits by the door, whining to hurry in so we can make out.
He says, “So what if I don’t know what that word means? Enough talking. Let’s kiss!”
He sits on my chest, sometimes lying down, or sits above my head (a paw hugging either side of my forehead) kissing me nonstop for several minutes.
He runs to my at the slightest sense of sadness or melancholy, kissing me relentlessly.
He sleeps under my desk while I work, waking to bark away strange dangerous noises—neighbors walking other dogs, cars driving past our home, the letter carrier putting mail into our mail slot—protecting me.
He jumps on my lap, surfing as I drive my wheelchair.
He waits by the door when I put my shoes on, whining to take him with me, even though I tell him “Stay home” and “I’ll be back soon.”
He waits by the door, whining to hurry in so we can make out.
He says, “So what if I don’t know what that word means? Enough talking. Let’s kiss!”