Tuesday, January 11, 2011

A Picture of His Papa

When I came home tonight, after a long drive in the cold and ice, Duncan was curled up on the couch as he often is, his chin supported on the arm-rest so that he can look out the patio doors at the world below. I've seen him there more times than I could count, but what made me smile and broke my heart all at once was what he'd brought with him.

More often than not his toys are scattered on the floor around him, Bash, the blue hammerhead laying under the coffee table, dropped when Duncan dozed, a fuzzy green tennis ball not far away. Sometimes one or two will be resting near his head or propped on his hip in the same manner that Duncan cuddles against me when I lay on the couch. None of his toys were near him tonight, though. Instead, he'd pulled my sweater from the doorknob where I'd lazily hung it last night, carried it down the hall into the living room, placed it on the couch and laid on top of it, using it as a sort of pillow while he slept away the afternoon waiting for me to come home.


I have several pictures of him on my desk at work so that every time I look up I can see him grinning back at me, but he laid on my sweater all day, breathing me in and perhaps dreaming about the moment I arrived home to take him out to play in the snow. Sometimes the evidence of his love for me is overwhelming and I am reminded again to count my blessings.

9 comments:

Lori said...

What a good, sweet boy! Darwin would've just eaten the sweater.

Sierra Rose said...

What a sweet afternoon! Must have melted your heart at the scene of Duncan sleeping on your previously hanging sweater. Melts ours. Ahhhhh! Love these moments.

Sweet Hugs,
Sierra Rose

CJ/Rick said...

I heard that Curt. I know what it's like to have those "ahhhhh" moments. They tug at the heart strings just as this post does.

caboval said...

Oh my that was such a beautiful post! I love it! And he loves you so much! Thanks for that one Curt!!! Hugs Valerie

Nik said...

That was way too cute.

Sam said...

How very sweet. Our memories are created by visions, and their's are by smell. You both have snapshots of each other...

Sam

Wendy said...

I've never commented before, but I've been reading your blog for quite a while now and I have to tell you how beautifully written each post is telling us all about Duncan and his kitties. I don't have a dog at the moment, just two kitties, so I'm living vicariously through you. I wish I could play with Duncan and his siblings. Thank you so much for making me smile and sigh with contentment.

Curt Rogers said...

Wendy,

Thanks for your comment. It's always nice to hear from readers and your comment made my morning. I hope you have a lovely day and look forward to hearing from you soon.

ben said...

That boy loves his poppa. No doubt about it. When the peeps travel the come home to dog beds filled with socks. Don't knwo what it is but their socks, clean or dirty make us feel safe.
Ben and the fellas.