my other love.

I realize I talk about Henry more than Dunkin. I've definitely been accused of playing favorites. Part of that is because that Henry is such a goofball. He's always doing something amusing. Although, in his case amusing = bad. Yesterday he took a bite out of a bird. Don't worry he only got feathers, unlike the last time ...

Dunkin is much different.

He's older.

Wiser.

He's a rule follower.

He's the dog that waits for me on the trail.

He's my protector when Charlie's out of town.

He's the one that always listens, never runs away, never chases rodents.

He's the dog that sleeps under my desk when I study. (ok, with me on the bed)

We go way back to when Charlie and I were dating, before we lived together. I used to stop by and take him for walks when Charlie was at school.

Charlie has accused me on more than one occasion of loving Dunkin more than him.

[Such a lie.]

But really, he's the best. Maybe not as funny, but just as lovable.