September 2, 2018
As I am gathering items together to take with me, she waits patiently watching every move I make. At this point she is still confused not knowing if she is going with me or going to her kennel. I can’t help but to sightly giggle as I look down at her and the look in her eyes is as though she is saying to me, “Can I go, Can I go Mom?” Yet she waits patiently for me to give that signal for her to come with me.
Finally, I say to her, “Come on Dispatch.” She rushes to the door obviously all excited. I open up the back door and she runs straight to my truck just waiting for the door to open. She barley gives me enough time to open the door completely as she jumps in and goes straight to the passenger side seat. She doesn’t care where we go, she is just happy to be going with me.
We continue on with our travels and every so often she stands and puts her face in front of the AC vents. She then sits back down and takes her front paw nudging at my arm as if she is saying “Mom, hold my hand, or pet me please.”
We reach our destination, maybe a friends house or a new fishing spot. She jumps from the truck with nose straight to the ground, sniffing out the territory but never getting too far out of sight. She’s happy.
My K9 companion! So loyal, yet so dependent on me. Or maybe I am dependent on her. She is always by my side except when I am working, and if I could get away with it, she would be there with me then too.