I just got this look. Tired after a long day and still recovering from the flu myself, I decided to finally go to bed. So I turned around and told the dogs to “go to bed”. Granted, I was talking mainly to the dog in the background who is laying on my pillow since little Rogin can’t get off the bed by himself yet. But do you see the look on both their faces?
Same look. Same thought.
“Promise, I’ll be good. Don’t send me to bed.”
There is a difference though. The older dog, Dugal. He has earned our trust. We can leave him out and he will be good. But the one that is hard to resist, ah he’s a disaster waiting to happen. We’d wake up in the middle of the night with the smell of burning fur in our nostrils from him chewing electrical cords (or another smell).
But it’s so hard to resist. Rogin is like a little teddy bear with a round puppy belly that likes to be scratched. Dugal on the other hand, grumbles if you hold him too tight too long. It’s a light kinda growl thing he does. Not really a growl though because there is no malice in it. We call Dugal our grumble pup because of it. Rogin has such sad eyes too….
