I love Max because
He has finally learned not to jump on the bed to wake us and instead, bounces his chin on the bed, waterbed, until we get up.
No matter what stupid, irritating, frustrating, thing he does, he can sit down, tilt his head to the side, look at me with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and make me smile.
He has finally learned that "foot" said loudly, means he is standing on my foot and needs to move his off of mine.
I love Jake because
He always wants to play.
He always wants to be petted, but if after 2 attempts to get his head under my arm and turned back over my elbow, I don't respond, he will go back to guarding the sunroom, until I call him.
He always comes running when he hears a leash jingle.
He comes running as soon as he sees me with a brush, cause he needs I am stressed and need some doggy fur to brush and relax with.
I can always count on him for some warm, snuggly fur in my face at bedtime.
I remember how pathetic he looked, all filthy and matted, when we first got him and how happy and playful he was after his first bath and brushing out.
I love Cody because
He gets all mean looking, fur standing up, paws pounding on top of the gate in the kitchen and growling/snarling when someone comes in the house and then looks back over his shoulder at me, to see if he is doing the right thing.
I still remember him desperately trying to get the dog he saw in the mirror to come out and play with him, when we first got him. (He only recognized Tibetans as playmates and didn't know what to do with Max.)
I love all of my dogs because they are each unique individuals who bring so much to my life individually, and make my life livable and bearable, and sooo much happier, because they are in it.
Kathy