You Jump off the Big Red Chair

You jump off the big red chair and come by me as I sit back on a Sunday evening watching Inspector Lewis on PBS.

You come up beside me and look me in the eye.  I have heard that dogs don’t like to look anyone in the eye or be looked in the eye.  If they do, it means war.

We’ve been doing this for years and I certainly don’t sense war.  I just feel a tug. An emotional tug.  I hear a quiet whine.

I scratch behind your ears and tell you how much I love you.

You give me a blink, just a sort of double wink, a squint.  The look of love.

“I love you, Boom.  I love you so much.”

You go to get some affection from Chris.