What I love most about my dog...
My dog, Sonny, a 8/9-ish (who knows, I rescue-adopted him at "3"
yellow lab, is the friendliest dog I think I've ever known. I take him with me wherever I can because he offsets the grumpiness I personally project.
What's so great is how he works the fence at my house, always happy to see the neighbors. When he spots one from the deck, he barks for their attention then charges over, tail wagging furiously.
He comes up to the fence, stands on his hind legs (something I've trained him not to do in the house) to greet them and and it's like old home week. No one can resist his charm.
What got me going on this is that I let him out in the back yard a while ago and he started barking. I assumed it was at some dog being walked nearby but when I stuck my head out I saw him at the fence between me and my grandmotherly neighbor's place and saw her little grandson in a puffy snow suit (think little Randy from A Christmas Story) comes bounding up across the yard and they meet like it was a Timmy and Lassie reunion.
I so wish him a long life. That much love needs to spread as much as possible.
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