He was a Good Boy

He was so good at waiting.

He was patient. Not many dogs are patient.

You know how they get all squirmy and hop around and wiggly.

He might have squirmed a tiny bit, might have sat when I told him to , maybe he scooted a bit closer .. but he waited when I said Wait !

I tried to never make him wait long, how could I ? look at that face !

We were just getting our furniture delivered, from the shippers, here in Buenos Aires.

We had rented 2 temporary apartments, renovated this apartment and finally living here with a bed and the kitchen appliances sitting in the living room. But then things started to move quickly and he was seeing toys come out of boxes and a bed that belonged to him... a bed that still smelled a bit like "home" ..

He was patient, he knew if he sat still and waited, something good would happen.

And so it did.

He liked living in Buenos Aires.

Who wouldn't ? when you walk down the street each day and people stopped to tell you how beautiful you are and to give you a kiss ?

Who would complain about that ?

He certainly didn't .. he loved the parks, he loved the people he met and they loved him.

I am glad his last years were fun, filled with good doggie things to do and with people who showed him every day how special he was.

And I am glad he was with us. He made it all that much easier for me, to have him with us, to meet people with him, to settle into a new home in a strange land , just the 3 of us.

We all made a nice little snug family.

He was a good boy. It was all that much better because he was here.