Feeling Grateful…

Bosco was so cute this morning. I hated to leave him to go to work. He pranced and twirled as I put his collar on to go outside. He doesn't do a lot of that at his age, so to see him get “puppy feet” is a real treat. 

When I came home from work, I couldn’t wait to see the furkids again. Bosco trotted down the steps to greet me, exhibiting his eagerness with tail wagging and head-butting. 

And Buffy—eager to see Bosco—jumped on the chair above Bosco's back. She stuck her tiny calico paws between the chair slats. Then the canine tail chase began. Bosco has so much fur, he doesn't even notice when Buffy swats at his tail. 

“Bosco, buddy, did you miss me?”

Slurp. 

“Want to go outside?”

Slurp. 

“Kisses?”

Ever so gently, he gave me another slurp. 

He waited patiently to go out even as I discovered I was stuck in my coat from zipper failure. Once back inside, he remained patient as I realized I STILL was stuck in my coat. At last, I secured my freedom. 

“Okay, are you hungry?” 

He answered with more prancing. 

I prepared his first food bowl, which was inspected and quickly devoured. Then I got that in-your-face stare. 

“Are you still hungry?” I asked. 

Bosco moved in a little closer to me to affirm his answer with a giant “BURP” reply. That gesture was followed by another gentle face slurp. 

“Thanks, buddy. I’m SO glad you burped BEFORE you got in my face and kissed me.”

The second bowl of food disappeared as quickly as the first. Bosco’s belly was full. Content that mom was home, Bosco knew life was good.

Buffy, ever patient, was also fed. She conveyed her gratitude by snuggling and kneading. It was finally time for all of us to relax. And yes, this was a very good day.

 (Sigh.)