I like to read about my friends’ adventures. You all do many exciting things. Trips, competitions, long hikes through the woods, they all sound wonderful. You know what I find wonderful? Human touch
I am addicted to it. When Mommy is working in the kitchen I don’t need to be underfoot I need to be on foot. I sit on her foot and she has to shake it to get me off. When we are in bed I snuggle against her and if she gets up to go to the bathroom I switch to Daddy. Sometimes I lay across the bed so I can get touched on both ends.
I am what is called a velcro dog. I need to be attached to a human always. The only exception are walks, where I can still brush against my humans when I need to; eating, which I get done as quickly as possible; and when I get my treat Kong which is my second addiction. When Mommy showers I curl up on her clothes. It isn’t Mom but it’s close.
When separation is imminent I do everything I can to prevent it. If both my parents are leaving I try to hide. So far my efforts have proven unsuccessful. If Mommy is leaving then I stand on my back legs and wrap my front paws around her leg and I hold on with all my strength. I am very hard to shake off: Like JJ Watt keeping someone out of the endzone. Where is she going that I can’t go with her? Attached to her leg I look like a very fancy boot.
I am much more addicted to Mommy than Daddy. When Mommy is gone I stand at the window waiting for her. Sometimes I go back to sit with Daddy but immediately I hear a noise and am running back to the window. I will do this a thousand time before she comes home.
I must admit:
I like to think that I am immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say I can’t get enough
You know I am gonna have to face it I’m addicted to Mom