White winter prances a crossed the backyard. He darts faster than I could run in my wildest dreams. His companion running alongside him as they playfully cut each other off. Pounding across the lime green stretch, I call my backyard. This is the image vividly burned into my head whenever I think of him, Bailey.
Weighing about sixty pounds, the curly white haired labradoodle has soft brown and hazel eyes. They penetrate my heart as I talk to him, which lets you know that he is truly listening. His wiry body does a combination of a skip and prance when he cannot contain his joy.
His bark is obnoxiously loud and high. Every morning it sounds off as anything so much as an intruding leaf rolls into the front yard. The pitter patter of paws hitting the tile and an occasional slide into the front door is a daily routine when he spots a trespasser on the sidewalk.
His companion, a four year old golden retriever and my dad’s dog by far has not failed to keep Bailey entertained. They wrestle all the time, some times for a ball, others just because they are bored. They dash around the backyard taking turns chasing each other for hours. When they are tired they curl up side by side in the living room. Uncontrollable happiness over whelms my dog when he is with Sammy.
Lying down on my bed, he will nudge the door open and pounce on top of me. Wet kisses shower me as if he has not seen me in years. Then abruptly lies down and curls up in his snow ball next to me. Next, I of course have to keep petting and scratching him. If I stop, even for a second, it would not come as a surprise if I get a wet nose nuzzling his way in-between my side and my arm until some attention was bestowed on him once again.
Along with attention seeking, he is also not the smartest pet I have ever had the ownership of. Countless of times my sisters and I have been known to pretend throw a ball out towards the backyard and watch him sprint his heart out as he searches the grass, never once giving up until we call him back. We giggle at how gullible he is, you would think after two years he would have grown even the slightest wiser.
A couple weeks ago, it was extremely cold out and my careless sister had A. forgotten the garage code and B. her key to the house. Instead of texting me, she and my other sister went into the backyard in hopes of getting in through the back door. They found Baileys favorite bone lying on the deck. He heard them approaching the door as my youngest sister clutched onto the bone in the cold. Bailey leaped in excitement, anticipating the toy. Jumping vigorously at the door it came unlocked. My absent minded dog had saved the day.
Although he may not be the smartest, he is the best dog I could ask for. He puts his heart into everything that he does. He is a lover, not a fighter, and sincerely cares. He brightens my day when I see him after school waiting in the entry way for me as he pounds his tail against the floor in just utter excitement. I could ask for something better, but why would I want to? Sometimes one of my sisters will jokingly say he is theirs, and then everyone starts to laugh. Because it is no secret the only one in my family that should take responsibility for him, is me.
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