River Song Velcro Dog

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