A Crazy Thing Called Love - Doodle Style

I am just a love beast. I'm there first thing in the morning - tail wagging and tongue panting. Come out of the shower? Gosh, I missed you; more wags, I roll over, and you pet my belly. What, you got up from your chair? That deserves a meet and pet, for sure. I welcome my humans with full vigor and jubilation.

I express my love with jumps, wags, and licky licks. Occasionally, I grab a leg, hug it with all my might, and never let go. I will reattach myself if possible, as there is always more love to give. Can-not-run-out-of-love.

I'm just a big love bug

It's the strangest thing, but I am happy to see them. Whether it's been a day, a couple of hours, or a few minutes—who's counting? Apart is apart, and I strongly desire us never to be apart. Ever.

I sense they may not feel that we share the same love language. When I grab a sleeve, they say, "Leave it". I don't get it. Sometimes, the little ones run away. Hooray! Those chickens know how to have a good time, so naturally, I join in and start to chase. They yelp, I pounce. One jumps on the sofa; I jump on too.

The adults join in, "Off! Off!"

I hear, "More! More!".

I respond with barks of joy. All aboard the fun train!

Someone grabs a moist, tender cube of deliciousness among all this delightful banter. I stop what I'm doing mid-bark and turn toward the aroma. The humans beckon me in their direction. I oblige and slowly walk towards them.

"Good boy," they coo. Oh yes, I am a good boy—a very good boy. I take the morsel they refer to as a "treat."

So where was I? I forget; it couldn't have been that important. I find a nice, cool spot on the floor and plunk myself down. Everything seems to be well in the world.

Later, the pack looks to be retiring for the evening. That sounds like an excellent idea. I head upstairs with them. They have other ideas. They point toward my crate and say, "Crate."

No thanks.

I turn back around and head upstairs with the troop. The big Human grabs my collar and directs me to my crate. I prefer not to.

Once again, a chase ensues. It's a little late for play, but who am I to say "no" to a little rumble before bed? That game of cat and mouse starts again. Next thing I know, I am cornered as someone grabs me from behind. That's not fair; that's cheating!

They try to carry me; good luck, friends, I'm no longer that featherweight I joined the family as. I am proud to say that I have gained a steady 4 pounds every 2 weeks. To make things even more awkward, my limbs have also grown. So, I have mastered turning myself into jelly, legs all limp. Try picking me up now! They make some progress, so I respond with barks. My deep booming bark may have intimidated some of them, but not the big Human. He throws that "treat" in the crate again, and I head over there. Yikes! The gate closes.

They got me this time, but next time won't be so easy. Fool me once...

As my eyes slowly start to close, I hear them in the background mention something about a "trainer."

A trainer could be nice.

It's about time, I think. Those biceps aren't going to grow themselves.