I miss Duke’s licks(kisses). Sometimes I’d be busy at my computer, and he’d come in to give me a kiss. It wouldn’t be until a little later that I would realize he had done so. I would just smIle with the knowledge that I was loved, then I would try to remember to give him an extra long pat when I took a break!
I miss Duke finishing the yucky end of bananas, or cleaning out the last bit of yogurt when I couldn’t eat it all. Now I have to suffer through eating them all by myself. Duke was my own personal hoover vacuum! He cleaned my floor while I ate. Now I need to ask my personal assistants to sweep my floor after every meal.
I miss our walks! I thought Duke looked so majestic when he walked next to me. I think he was conveying to the world, “Hey, look at me, I’m out walking with my lady, and I couldn’t be prouder!” As we would pass fenced in yards, the dogs within would start barking at us. Duke never barked back, if anything his grin became wider, and I think if he could he would have challenged the dogs to beg their humans to take them for walks, too!
I miss having Duke lay on my feet! It was sure nice when my feet were icy, Duke was better than a heating pad! I used to think of him like my big fluffy pillow. Well, at least his coat and skin were soft, but weighing at an average 75 to 90 pounds he was good at playing an anchor, or a huge bolder that frequently held me captive in boxed in places. Like in my room, for instance. my desk is in front of me, my bed is in back of me, and a wall is to the right of me. The only escape is a narrow path on the left of me. If Duke decided to lay right in the middle of the said pathway, I was frankly trapped until he moved. I finally got smart and kept treats in reach, if he got up when I asked, he would be rewarded. However, if he remained like a stone, I was simply S T U C K until at last Duke remembered he was a dog and not a rock, and slowly stretched and got up, as if to say, “Okay, I am done ignoring you now! What are we going to do now? Walk, eat, how about a nice rump scratch? “ I do not especially miss those times when I had to wait for her to move!
I miss Duke at my side when I have to open my front door! I could at least imagine that the big red dog beside me was intimidating! Duke would more likely lick a person to death rather attack someone, but I like to think he would protect me if there was any real threat. His tail could whip someone really good! Oh wait, it was me who usually got whipped by a happy tail!
When friends ask me if I have considered getting another dog, I am thinking how could I possibly find an awesome dog like Duke. I doubt one exists! It shocks me to no end when I hear my family ask me if I will get another dog. They were not that keen of me getting Duke, but then he was just a puppy, and a male, at that. I had my qualms, too! Duke was not a perfect dog by all means, but he was eager to please me more often than not, and that made all the difference! Maybe my family figures I didn’t do so bad by Duke after all. I highly doubt I will find myself getting another dog, if I do you, my wonderful readers will be the one of the firsts to know!