Live a Good Story

There’s is chocolate Labrador retriever who thinks he has me wrapped around his paw. He’s not entirely wrong. We’re close, and we both like it that way.

Literally, inch by inch, he’s made his way from being brought home in the back of a truck carrier to sleeping on the floor by John’s side of the bed. The boundary we originally set, has long gone to the waste side.

He’s lovable. A great dog. Full of life, energy, and gratitude. He is a bit quirky. He bites his nails at night, is skittish of anything that makes noise, and refuses to walk on an unfamiliar floor unless he’s with one of us. I once pulled him on a bedsheet down a wood floored hallway, because…