What I didn't understand about Blue then was that despite his rowdy behavior, he was a very gentle and sensitive boy. He had the misfortune of coming into a home that already contained a small brindle heart dog. He got a bit short changed in that respect as Girly Girl shone very brightly in Mumma's eyes. Being the sensitive boy that he is, I think he felt the role of second fiddle that I had cast him in.
Because of this difficult start it took us a long time to build a strong relationship. For most of the time that Girly Girl was alive, I had the distinct impression that Blue, while happy enough with me, would be just as happy with anyone. That has changed with 8 years of cohabitation. He's my big Poppy, my Buggy Boy. I can't imagine life without him in it and I think that he has come round to loving his Mumma as much as she loves him.
I still think he's breathtaking. I have had the amazing privilege of watching him become a handsome old man. He still has flashes of the silly goofy boy he was in his salad days. He never met a blanket or a bed that he didn't like. He has a fondness for body pillows. He's lost a fair number of teeth but we've made accommodations for that. Since he can no longer easily pick up his beloved sweet peas (they keep falling out of all the gaps) we now mash them up into a thick sweet pea slurry that he can eat over his dinner.
I truly can't believe we've had 8 years together already. Blue manages to charm everyone he ever meets. His requests for attention and his greyhound lean are legendary. There is a long list of people who would be happy to take Blue "off my hands" if I ever wanted to give him up. That list started on the day after I got him with his first vet and is now longer than I can keep track of. But Mumma will never be taking anyone up on their offer.
Happy Gotcha Day Royal Bluejay. There will always be a big boy bed and a man cave for you here.