I’m crouched down stroking the dog’s head as she looks up at me with soft, spaniel eyes (probably with greed but I’ll pretend it’s with love). William has his hands around my neck, simultaneously kissing the back of my head and throttling me. Ben leans forward to kiss me while he strokes the dog by grabbing handfuls of her hair (the dog takes what love she can get, even if it is a bit painful). Harry stands back, surveying.
‘We love each other a lot in this house,’ he remarks.
Yes we do.
sniffle.
Awww…Kids always say it just right, don’t they?
Adorable, he sounds great
Awwwww, that’s gorgeous. And, hey, I’m a little slow with the news (your feed inexplicably disappeared from my bloglines and I only just noticed!) but congrats on your homeschooling again! Wa-hey!
I’m so sorry she’s gone. Animals, whether human or canine, know when they’re loved. She knew.