We have a two story house.
For the most part, Ken hangs out downstairs with the big TV, close to his shop and the wood stove. I’m more of an upstairs girl. I like the view, the kitchen is up stairs, and I watch totally different TV shows than Ken watches. (Except during Perry Mason and the Olympics.)
Boze get a lot of exercise going up and down the stairs. She like us both equally well. As long as she is treated like the princess she is — she doesn’t care who provides the love.
Several times a day I stop what I’m doing, and listen in to what goes on downstairs — especially when Ken plays his guitar and sings.
Ken practices a little bit everyday, but rarely when I watch, so I listen from upstairs. I love his playing and when he sings, I’m over the moon. He played and sang at our wedding, a few years ago, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the park. Pure joy!
The other time I love listening in on him, is when he is talking to Boze. Ken is sweet and gentle and it’s no wonder Boze is so happy.
The boy and the dog have their “thing” — they pee in the yard together, they have their walks, and lap time, and several times a day they snuggle and play. And they have the sweetest conversations.
When Peet was alive, Ken used to pick him up, and together they would walk around, and look out different windows in the house. My heart would just melt when they did this.
I am so incredibly grateful to live in a home where the talk is sweet.