Brotherly love

Each and every Thursday morning at our house has come to be known as “Daddy-Beckett Day.”  Thursday is the day that my lovely wife goes out into the world to bring home the bacon (not to mention regain her sanity).  I know that she enjoys her little escape into the real world and the “B Dog” and I really enjoy our time together too.  It’s a time when men are men and dogs nap on the couch!  Well.... honestly... nothing very manly goes on.  There tends to be very little wood chopping or beard growing of any sort.  Milo takes care of most of the facial hair growing in our neck of the woods.

And that leads us to our memory making experience of last week.  During our regularly scheduled D-B Day the little guy was down for the count, Milo the wonder dog was sacked out in his office (under a blanket on the couch) and I was probably surfing the world wide web or doing dishes.  Beckett had been napping for a while and was starting to stir.  Once he sound appropriately awake, I strolled up to his room to greet him with the usual melodic “Good morning, Good Morning” routine.  Milo of course decided he’d done enough paperwork for the morning (see napping under said blanket) and came along for the walk.    What happened next was not only unexpected but also the cutest darn thing I’d seen all week.

We had recently lowered Beckett’s mattress as he is becoming quite mobile and we figured it was only a matter of time before he pulled himself up on the bars and toppled out.  Now here’s where it gets adorable.  The mattress is now about 2 feet from the floor.  When extended to full length including legs and torso, our mild mannered wiener dog is... you guessed it... about 2 feet in length.  See where I’m going here?  You got it.  I opened the door to Beckett’s room and in strolls the dog.  Beckett has been sleeping sideways in his crib these days, so he merely had to pick up his head to greet us.  And pick up his head he did.  Just in time for Milo to rear up stick his schnoz through the bars and lay a big wet one on the boy.  A sour face greeted our young pup.  Milo, satisfied in his wake up call, exited stage left.

This little scene warmed the cockles of my heart.  And those cockles were pretty cold; super-manly man that I am.  Nothing would make me happier than if those two got along as well as I did with my dog.  We had Rufus when I was11-14ish.  One in a series of pets that were given to my family to retire.  I swear it’s the place where family pets go to die.  But, I digress.  Rufus was great; surly, but great.  Every boy should have a dog.  And it’s my hope that Beckett and Milo can spend countless days together playing fetch in the front yard.