Okay, I admit it. He’s my new best friend.
At the beginning, I had my doubts.
He thought my tail was dental floss.
A few warnings and he quit. He learns fast.
I am very happy we have Biscuit.
We play tug.
He cleans up after me when I drop treats
from my mouth.
Maybe I can teach him to bring in the paper and mail.
He keeps us company on my early morning walks.
He sits outside on the deck with me and
we guard the perimeters together.
He’s almost up on the window seat
where I will share my favorite spot with him.
We’ll see how that goes.
Life without him was wonderful, but I like this too.
We haven’t been left alone yet.
He likes classical music when he naps in his crate.
Stephanie has brought many, many toys for Biscuit,
and he and I have been destroying them one by one.
Disappeared are a one-eyed red octopus,
a snow-man with a tempting scarf, several stringy thingies,
and lots of other things I can’t remember.
Advice from Oliver: Change can bring opportunity. Take Biscuit, for instance.