And someone is always at my back:
I am supposed to watch Babur
not because he is still a puppy
. . . but because at the first sign of danger . . .
Babur is the first to hide . . .
. . . and this old Superdog is left alone to fight the intruders!
Babur follows me around all day:
And he can not understand why I love to visit this site . .
. . . because this is where my loved ones are buried
and I visit my Popsy and Big Brother here all the time!
My Mumsy was buried at the center so I can not visit her.
And there goes Keeper:
No, she is not pointing at me.
She is pointing at Babur.
Keeper knows that anywhere I am
Babur is sure to follow
and steal all the kisses
usually meant for me . . .
Keeper finds Babur too frisky
but the old lady has no choice
but to take care of the pup.
And when Babur's done playing . . .
Keeper reserves all the best hugs and kisses for me.
She tells me I am always her Superdog.
But Babur thinks I am super too . . .
and to prove it
he will always put his paw on my back . . .
because I am not jealous of him.
I allow him to get as much attention as he wants.
Because at the end of the day . . .
I only want us to remain the best buddy
walking around the old house
and watching all the old trees
and waiting for all the old ladies
to finally find the time
to feed and hug two lucky dogs.
So how was your week?