Oz loves me so much, he almost broke my nose the other morning. He's never been an overly kissy dog, but I noticed when he was a puppy, he loved to touch things with his nose. So I started touching my nose with his to show affection. Normally he does it in very gentle way, but the other morning, he was just so happy, happy, he just slammed that big ole schoze right into mine. The older he gets the more affection he shows. He comes and sits on me for butt scratchies and paws at my shoulder to scratch his chest and a lot of times he sleeps with his nose resting across my legs or shoulder. He doesn't have any issue with me leaving him at home, but boy anywhere else and he goes into a panic. That time my friend drove off in her car with him, with me following behind in my car, he acted like he was being kidnapped. He watched me the whole time from the back seat, eyes never left me, frantically pacing and according to my friend he wailed like he was being killed.

I never thought Murph loved me, but somewhere along the line we bonded without me realizing it. I looked up one day and realized he was watching me all the time and coming to me for cuddling and actually started giving me lil' kisses. I think maybe he always loved me, it's just he was more independent and into playing and exploring, then sitting around getting petted. He's gotten very attuned to me mentally too, I've noticed. He lives to go walking and if I even think about taking him walking, he jumps up, all excited, running back and forth to me and the door.

Ah that Gully. That lil' guy has weedled his way into my heart. He's not really into petting either, but he's more demonstrative in his affection, then Murph and Oz at that age. He woke me up this morning, nosing me and kissing me. He bonds closer to me everyday. He and Oz are my constant shadows.

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