This is Boss (the one on the right). He appears to be an average brown dog, but I have discovered that he’s actually a teenage boy in disguise. Since this house has had a teenage boy in residence for almost seven years, and will have one for over seven more (yes, we now realize that was poor planning) I guess he ended up in the right home. Here’s how I figured out his secret:
His legs are longer and his feet bigger than what suits the size of his body.
He eats enough to feed three adults. . . and is still hungry.
He smells funny. “Nuff said.
He has boundless energy, but sleeps like the dead once he finally does drop.
He can hear the crinkle of a package of graham crackers being opened from the other end of the house through a closed door, but doesn’t hear me when I call his name.
He can sense when I’m in pain or upset, and he’ll follow me around the house, plopping his gangly body down wherever I stop until he decides I’m doing better and he can wander off again.
He knows how to melt my heart in an instant. (It’s the sticky-uppy ears – they get me every time.)