Part of the Family- Part I

Other people of our age have grandchildren. We have granddogs. Dogs whom we enjoy when we meet them, whom we play with, and for whom we are not responsible, as they live with our oldest daughter, in a different city. They haven't come visiting us, though. Our apartment complex doesn't allow pets, and I guess the logistics would be rather complicated. The girls, as it is, are only able to come for a few days at a time. So we get to meet the dogs only when we visit our kids.

We have dog-sat their predecessor, when we were, all too briefly, living in the same town. We have mourned him, and visited his grave. My older son wrote a tribute to him here. Mowgli was missed so much that the kids had to get another dog as soon as possible.

Both of these creatures are characters, with minds of their own, and both of them love to go for rides in the car, as you can see. The driver was their best friend, but since he has left, there is a vacuum in their routine.

They are most sibling like in their behaviour, though they are both of different breeds. They share a typical sibling like relationship, fighting, playing and sleeping and eating together.
When one of them goes visiting my younger daughter, the other one mopes. The two of them share a loving bond, though they do pinch each others bones.

I guess two dogs are better than one. My children all think so.