Share the Love

Well, yesterday started out like other days. We got up, had a snack, and then I got to go on a road trip with just Mom. We're driving down the road, sharing an egg and cheese croissant, and feeling the tingle of adventure.

We end up in New Jersey at a big building filled with people and Bergamascos. Aria wasn't there this time but Mezza and her two pups were there as well as Donna and Stephen who lived with my Bergamasco mom where I was born. I do love the ladies and there were some fine Bergalitas-so-sweetas at the event. They were playing it cool but I know they saw me. I was the oldest guy there and talked more than any other dog.

Eventually, I went out to the car to have a little drink and some air. When I turned around, Mom was coming to the car carrying a little black puppy. And then she put her in the car with me in my seat.

In my seat.

Mine.

Sharing can be nice but I was sort of tired from the show and really wasn't expecting any of this. The puppy kept trying to get closer to me. I ended up pressed up against the side of the car and still she nudged against me.

I went up in the middle to talk to Mom. "Are we taking her somewhere? Is she coming with us? Am I still the center of your universe?"

"Yes, my love. You are my first dog, the most wonderful being, my sacred companion."

So, I let the puppy snuggle me a little.

Her name is Ayla. And she is staying. And I'm teaching her how to be in our family. And I'm showing her how to walk around the block. And I'm going between her and our sisters, the cats. And as it turns out, I think she's kind of sweet. I gave her a kiss today on the head, just to let her know I am here for her.