The Good Things

There are a lot of downsides to owning a 8 month old 75 lb monster. There would probably be fewer downsides if Trey and I were better, more consistent trainers, but such is life. Instead of a well-trained companion, we have a giant beast of energy and saliva that could easily have been the inspiration for Looney Tunes’ Tasmanian Devil.┬áNo matter how many drinks get knocked over with his rudder tail, no matter how many visitors he scares to death with his over enthusiastic greetings, and no matter how many times I have to rescue the dish towel from his monster paws, Cole has one routine every night that never fails to make me smile.

Every night at 9:30 Cole gets his dinner, and Trey and I move to the bedroom to read and wind down. Cole eats his dinner, drinks some water, and then comes to get us. He sits patiently outside the bedroom door until one of us notices him. Once he thinks we’ve seen him, he goes back to his crate and waits inside for one of us to come and close the door so he can go to sleep. The whole routine is so polite and distinguished, I often wonder if this is the same dog that has been wreaking havoc in my house all day. If he were a person, I would think that it was his way of making up for his misdeeds so we couldn’t possibly stay mad at him.


  • Jackie says:

    He just wants you to tuck him in! What a sweetheart. I’d much rather have a giant dish rag stealing monster (which I do) than some dumb cat that won’t give me the time of day.

  • Grandma Kate says:

    What a sweetheart! I was waiting for you to say that he bounds into your bed and slobbers all over you. :-) I think you have his motives figured out. He’s a terror by day and a gentleman by night. Love him.

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