Eirinn loves Bosco. Like, loves him. At home, he is her best friend. I can’t really blame her because he is a) The World’s Most Loving Dog, b) The World’s Most Lovable Dog, and c) The World’s Most Lickingist Dog, in the Longest Tongue category; he’s a triple threat.
She’s recently discovered a fascination with him, and I’m kind of relieved. She wants him to be everywhere that she is. If she’s climbing the stairs, she’ll remember part way up that he isn’t with her and she’ll stop and call him – “Bossy! ‘M’ere!” Or if she wants on our bed to pretend sleep, Bosco has to come up too. Or if she climbs up for a good bounce, she wants Bosco to come up with her. As a side note, Dog + Bouncing Toddler = Disaster, almost every single time.
She also finds all things Bosco-related hilarious. Giggle-fit-worthy. Especially when we wrastle (that’s ‘wrestle’ for those of you not born north of 42). A growling, jumping, out of control 12 pound dog is the funniest thing since doot-doot’s (see post below for the definition of a doot-doot). Other funny Bosco-isms: when he gets trouble for licking too much, any time he barks, when he licks her right in the face, when he plays fetch.
I don’t know if Bosco is enjoying his new popularity, but he’s tolerating it like a little trooper. Even when she pokes him and gets in the way of his fetch path and “pets” him, which is a much more violent version of our petting; more like smacking him with a smile on her face. He is rewarded for his good behavior by having the monopoly on Eirinn’s rejected food.
And if he didn’t want her attention, he shouldn’t have kissed her so much in the first place. He has a history of sneaking up on her and licking her right in the mouth/nose/eyeball, so no wonder she likes him so much now. The History of Bosco Kissing Eirinn will be a story told in pictures in the future.