Seriously Nore? Hrrumph!

Yeah, so that's Breton in the picture. Guess what he's doing? We were driving him home from Dad's sister's house after a day of chillin' with the family, and Ayla and I were just falling asleep. Then out of nowhere, this guy crawls up on my back, stumbles around to get comfortable and falls asleep up there. I didn't move or growl or anything. I wasn't going to be rude. But I'm thinking, "What the what?"

Nore (Dad's mom) brought the little guy home over the summer. He's just a kid really, and our Kid really likes to play with him. We've gone out walking with him a few times, and all of that is cool. It's just that, well, Nore and I have this bond. She's sort of, mine. I help her garden, she gives me cookies, we get each other. Now, she has Breton. Does she really need me anymore? Is one fluffy face at home enough for one woman?

I don't know. He's awfully young and can't possibly be as mature and responsible as me. Maybe Nore has room for both of us in her life, but, well, we'lll see.

Alright, I can admit this to you, dear readers. Once he got comfortable on my back for his nap, I sort of started to notice that he was kind of sweet and warm up there. And clearly, he looks up to me. Maybe I can take care of him and Nore. Ah, the tireless work of being a Bergamasco. Sigh.