Just a Boy and his Dog(s)

Quite possibly some of the most rewarding experiences each and every day are the interactions between the Q-man and our dogs. When Quentin was first born I was a little nervous as to how our dogs (at that time practically our babes) would adjust to the new addition. I read all the literature out there, and contemplated enrolling the pups in a course designed to get them used to strollers and the sound of wailing infants. Fortunatley for us, none of it mattered. The dogs readily accepted this newest member and have actually enjoyed his growth (for the most part).

Now, they love the fact that he is a source of stray human food bits, extra love pats and that he has figured out how to get to the dog treats in the pantry and has no concept of "enough".

Béla, when she stops being overly possessive of her toys, even lets him throw her ball.

The other night Q woke up screaming.  Not certain if he was experiencing a nightmare I went to his room and got him after I was sure he wasn't going to cry himself back to dreamland.  Only thing was, he didn't want mommy, or daddy, or playtime even.  As soon as I brought him out to the living room and put him down, he raced back down the hallway, but not into his own room as I suspected, but into our room where the dogs were slumbering.  Q threw himeself down on the dog beds and was literally sound asleep within 60 seconds.  I asked Scott what I should do and we decided to leave him be for a while before safely transfering him back to his crib.  The dogs were a little wary of sharing their restful space with the little monster, but in no time at all they were all snoring harmoniously.

They are so much more than even "man's best friend".