Old dog has earned the right to take a comfy chair.
Tigger is about 11 years old, coming to us as a fresh weaned
pup nestled in my sweater. He's a boys dog, sorta, but really
a family mutt. After all these years as a faithful guardian
and family member, he has decided the once off-limits
recliner is now his, when no one else is around.
I can't argue with him. He's right. A scratch behind
the ears and a few soft word to settle the matter, and
he knows it's ok with us to.
Tigger's a good old dog....
