Silas knows to walk slowly down hill, so that he doesn’t pull me off balance.
He knows it’s okay to pull me back up the hill. I wouldn’t have made that last one on Tuesday, with the slippery sand, without you little buddy.
Silas is smart. He’s gone from having no idea he even had back feet to being able to go 360 degrees around his perch in four or five short training sessions. And that’s one example out of a hundred.
He doesn’t drool. I know you people with drooly dogs learn find it charming, but no.
He worries a lot about my welfare. It would be nice if he didn’t feel like he had to physically split me away from every person in the world, but his heart is in the right place.
Silas forgives people, even after they terrify him.
When Silas does something, he does it 100%.
He thinks upstairs is exclusively for playing, so he runs up before me to play bow at the top of the stairs. He does it every time, just in case I want to play a little game of get your feet at the top.
When I get up in the morning, he curls up on my pillow until I get ready to go downstairs.
Ears. Enough said.
What are you loving about your dogs today?