My sweet little doglet! All weekend she was so sweet, cuddling with me, SO happy to go to the dog park, or just do anything or nothing with me. I know how happy she is at the dog park so I always take her on weekends so I can watch her flying through the fields or leaping down the paths. She's SO fun to watch and it's rare to find other dogs that are half as interesting as my little bearded lady. She leaps at every large dog play session, no matter how fierce they sound, and barks in her referee way at them, always picking one she favours over another. Then there are the Westies or other dogs of the same approximate size so she can dominate them, then flirt with them, then lead them on a merry chase, just like women do to us men!
When we leave the dog park, she sits in the seat beside me with the biggest smile on her face, then seconds later, collapses into a short nap, pretending to be exhausted. Once we arrive home, she will lie beside me or sometimes in my lap. This weekend, she would just bat her little eyelashes at me, looking so adorable, then put her paw on my chest, on my heart, as I was telling her how much she means to me, as if to say "I love you too, Daddy." It is the cutest thing I've ever seen and makes me love my little doggie even more.
We spent the weekend nights all curled up together in the bed, sometimes spooning to stay warm, sometimes her head on my pillow with her gentle little snores reassuring me, and letting me know that I've one of the tiniest hearts but biggest souls in the world right there in the bed with me. Why would I care about my beautiful housemate who doesn't fancy me that way when I have Shasta? That's my little Shasta Buglet!