Bosley and I were at the Longest Night service at the church. The dog was sleeping under the pew, and all was well. As Bosley is approaching 7 years of age (in May) I no longer hold onto the leash as religiously as I used to. Big mistake. I looked at my feet and no dog. Looked in the middle of the aisle, and there was the dog, curled up fast asleep. I hissed at him to get back beside me under the pew. He made a few grumbling sounds but complied.
Later on, we all got up to light a candle for those who had departed this life. I got up and turned to make sure my friend Laura and her canine vision dog were okay and if Laura needed any help. Turned around to pick up Bosley's leash. No Bosley. Looked around. He was already in line, waiting his turn, presumably to light his own candle. I hissed his name again, and he looked over his shoulder as if to say, "Yeah? What? You're so slow!" People caught his leash and handed him down the line to me.
There is never a dull moment with these wonderful dogs.
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