There was a time in my life when my ultimate companion was my dog. I picked him out at a pet store when he was only two months old in 1994 and he's been with me ever since. He's been a great pal too--in his younger days, we spent our time camping, hiking, walking through the many neighborhoods I've lived in 14 years, and running around the family clubhouse's lakes.Surprisingly, after all of these years, my old pal is still with us, although not as frisky as in years past. What I find so endearing is that Baby A adores him. Wherever he goes, she goes. Since she's not yet crawling, she rolls after him, climbs on top of him, or does whatever it takes to be near him. She loses interest in whatever she's doing when the dog's around. And boy does he make her giggle. His mere presence sends her into fits of laughter. And the dog has to be near her play area during the day, as if he might miss out on all the fun. Besides being her playmate, or rather plaything, he's her great protector, and has been since we brought her home. It's really sweet to see how they interact with each other. They have become quite the dynamic duo.
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