one more day
I wake up at 5:20 when Pirate the little pug grand dog starts whining. "Is it time to get up yet?" he seems to say. He looks at me in a way that only a one eyed pug named "Pirate" can do. Hanzo, the other grand dog, a Boston Terrier is over by Bruce's side of the bed waiting for Bruce to rub his belly. Bruce reaches down and gives him a few belly pets and Hanzo goes back to bed. Pirate goes reluctantly back to his bed, but not without a whimper of protest, much like a little kid. He will stay there for ten minutes and then try again to get me up. I hold my breath and wait to hear if our dog Jack is going to get up. His bed is on the floor on my side of the bed. Finally I hear his usually shake and he is standing by the bedroom door, tail wagging. I smile, knowing that he will be with us for one more day at least. I get up and see his usual tail wag greeting as I head into the bathroom. 12 years ago today, we got Jack from...