He wakes up and smiles at me.
He starts interacting with the dogs, as they are lying on top of him.
And as I'm just sitting here, drinking my coffee, we're just talking dogs.
About Oliver's overbite and how he needs braces.
How Sadie is trying to eat the eyeballs off of the stuffed animal snake that she is playing with. How we need to better train them to not bark when people come up to our house.
How I should look up more Caesar Milan helpful dog training tips. How Sadie keeps coming back over to me. How Sadie likes to play tuggy war. How gray Sadie's muzzle is becoming.
How old our dogs are. How long do we think they will live.
Why did someone give up Sadie when she's so sweet?
How Sadie is more sweet than she is mean?
How her personality is because of the Pekingese in her, not the Chihuahua.
How Oliver would make a good K-9 dog because he is a Terrier and has a longer muzzle which helps him have better scent than Sadie.
How her tongue feels when she licks your face. (Not my face, Ty's face).
As I sit here engaging with my little guy, talking about our dogs, as he's lying on the ground next to them, rolling around with them like they are all puppies together, I'm left with a moment.
A moment that I know if I want to talk to my son, engage with him, then I need to talk dogs with him.
This is how we connect to him.
So I'll continue to just sit here, sip my coffee, and watch him interact and act like a puppy with our dogs.
Listening to his giggles, knowing he's smiling.
Knowing he's happy in this moment.
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