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Give a dog your heart and he'll give you his-John Grogan




Two of the most loyal, loving creatures right here.  I've said it many times at this very blog space how much we adore our pups, the PepperRoni sisters, but it never gets old to keep expressing it.  What?  You human children lovers can go shave your back now back to idolizing your non-tailed kids now.

I got to thinking during a nap recently how dogs know love.  Do they understand words and just not speak them?  Is it simply through tone?  I mean, those that think a dog isn't smart and just knows what you want by tone obviously never heard Cruella De Ville in the evenings when using her normal tone.  Even she sounded sweeter when she took her coat off for the night.

These dogs wait for us to get home and are always thrilled upon our return.  Doesn't matter if we're gone 10 minutes or hours.  Hence the picture above.  That's my girls staring down at the front door waiting for me after being gone for the day.  Hunter texted saying he told them it would be just a little bit longer for mommy to get home.  I used to fall asleep waiting up for my parents and Santa pretty much the same exact way.  Why?  Love and loyalty people.

When Hunter used to travel for work, he would drag out his big green box (suitcase) and Pepper would immediately get mopey.  She would sit and stare as he packed up the box and she knew.  When he would be gone for weeks and headed back home, I would tell our girls when he was about an hour out as they would be in a dead sleep, "the boy is coming home" and bam!  They were up staring and pacing at the door.

Dogs know love because they feel it.  They sense it.  And yea, seeing as my girls are smarter than most honor students, they do know when I say I love them what I'm actually saying.  And yep, they sure do say it back.

Like Usher these are my confessions.  This is what nap time Megan thinks about.  Yes this is without the help of any sleep aides.  Just how I woof.

How do you know your pets senses?

Until we meet again,
M

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