I think, for the most part, dogs are super excited by this massive quarantine. My dog is no exception. He is happy that his humans are around and he can just bounce from one to the other. He saunters around as if he owns the place. And, he does. I believe pets are to be pampered. And, part of that is allowing them to believe they are the kings of the world.
My dear dog is a funny one when it comes to being around me. My previous dog loved me for sure and he was a fluffy gorgeous thing. But he liked to lie on my lap – he was a pekingese afterall- and occasionally run around with me. My new dog is different.
From the second I wake up to the time I go to sleep, he wants to play. I believe that if my arms could take throwing his toy 1,000 tines in a row he would run after it each time. He doesn’t tire. He is quite a wonder. However, it also goes beyond just being a playful dog.
Whenever and wherever he sees me, he must play with me. Or rather, he demands I play with him. He does this to no one else. Yes, he plays with others. And, a lot. However, he seems to think that my main role is to throw his toy. I am the one that he consistently, no matter what, asks to throw his toy. When it comes to me, he’s got a one-track mind. I can only shake my head and laugh. It’s heartwarming, actually. I am happy that a living creature sees me and gets such joy. That he sees me and thinks his next few minutes are bound to be happy energetic ones. My dog brings joy. That’s a given. And, I bring him joy as well. Not a bad relationship to have.