I've talked a lot about Hayden lately. He's getting older and he's feeling it. He has a serious thing for fuzzy blankets. He'll sleep on a table just to get to the fuzzy blanket. Unfortunately for him, the fuzzy blanket belongs to me. I'm not fond of it smelling like dog. (Kiah got a fuzzy blanket for Christmas from my sister. I think he likes hers better, but he doesn't get the chance to get close to it very often. She really doesn't want her blanket to smell like dog.)
I still love him, even if he does smell.
Christmas Eve night I was getting ready for bed, very tired because it was way past my bedtime and I couldn't find my dog. I called and called and didn't her a responding "ticky-ticky-ticky" coming down the hall. Then I looked down and saw this:
I had accidentally thrown my dirty clothes on the dog. And he was too tired, lazy and old to move. Or even make a sound. Silly dog.
I love him so.
