old soul

I know this makes me sound like a crazy fool, but when I look into his eyes it's hard not to think I've known him forever.  My Tonka Dog is an old soul.  He is a sweet lovable big ol' dog and it's his job to take care of this family.  Every morning Mike's alarm goes off at a few minutes before 6:00.  This morning, when Mike didn't get up after his alarm went off, Tonka got up, walked to Mike's side of the bed and made sure Mike was awake.  He does the same for me if I lay in bed after the alarm.  But, because he's a good dog, if the alarm doesn't go off, he lets us sleep in.
After Mike lets him out, he comes back upstairs to my side of the bed and recently has started to bring me a bone.  He lays it on the bed and lets me pet him.  How funny is that?  By the end of the week I've got 4 or 5 bones scattered on the floor around my bed.  So I carry them back downstairs and put them in the dog toy basket for Tonka to use the next week.

I don't read dog stories anymore; I know how they all end.  For that very reason theses are the last two dogs I'll have ~ I hate the dog hair all over my house ~ I hate that they steal your heart and then tear it to shreds ~ but I love my dogs.