Dogs have best friends too...

This is The Dog and his new best friend, Beatrice. She is 4 years old. Beatrice likes to hang-out with Moses from time to time while her mother & I drink beer & talk shop. We are both renovating old farm houses. Meanwhile, The Dog & Beatrice love the cool of the marble flooring in a heat-wave. And, neither one drinks beer.

I can't tell though, if The Dog really likes Beatrice or not. His look says... HELP?!? She's ONLY 4!!! At least, he doesn't run & hide when Beatrice skips into the room to give him one of many hugs & squeezes & pats on his Weimaraner head. For that, I am thankful.

I believe this best-friend-with-a-Human-Being business is a first for The Dog. You know, being An Only Dog can be lonesome. Every now & then, The Short-person & I talk of getting another Weimaraner. Thinking The Dog would enjoy having a companion to chew on A Special Bone with, to go out on walks & sniff together, to bark in unison when someone exits the elevator on our floor, to pee in tandem against the same city lamp post and to collectively snore during one of their frequent daily naps, etc. Then, evaluating The True Character of The Dog, we decide... Nah!!! It would be more like... another dog stealing The Dog's food, commandeering his bed and, above all, shoving him aside from his exalted position as Dog Numero Uno in our hearts & house because the puppy is so adorable. The initiative promptly collapses and we, instead, elect to remain A One Dog Family. Anyway... ONE WEIMARANER IS CERTAINLY ENOUGH WORK FOR US!!!

Beatrice is so much easier too. She's no threat to The Dog's social position. Beatrice is already Numero Uno in her parent's eyes. I bet she'd HATE The Dog's food. It's not made with Nutella or little chocolate bits & in the form of animals. And, peeing against a limp post is kind of hard with girlie pink underwear on.

So, I approve. Yet, it all depends on The Dog. Courage, Moses!!! Gads.