My Boy Roy

This is my boy, Roy. I took this day before yesterday, Friday afternoon. He just looks so peaceable in this picture, it was worth hunkering down to his level to get this one after all. I love my dog more than I could truthfully admit about most people.

He gets on my nerves sometimes, occasionally my last good one, but that's generally on account of me plainly being a bad dad. Like when he's too perky and just stands there looking up at me with his tail wagging and ears picked up, that shine in his eyes simply begging for me to do something, anything at all, for entertaining.

He should know me better than that after so long now. I usually tell him to just go away and leave me alone. Which he does, of course, and then I sort of feel bad. But I'm far too lazy to play. Sit and stay is pretty much all I do.

Most of the time, though, we both just slug around doing nothing together, and that seems to be enough for the two of us. He's getting old now, ten years and counting, and thinking about how quickly time seems to pass as I'm also getting older, I imagine over the next few years when I might not have him with me how I will manage.

Like I said, we don't do so much really. But just the knowing that he is here keeps me centered somehow that no individual possibly could. I need him and he needs me on a level that only dog people get it, we're kind of an oddball bunch. Me probably more so than most since I could count on one hand persons that I feel that same way about.