Stanley is my sweet Airedale Terrier.  I love him, so much.  He will be six years old in May, I remember the day we got him,  my new best friend. Dave drove home from Chilliwack while Stanley and I snuggled for the 3 hour drive.
Stanley is my dream dog, he's the dog I always wanted and he's perfect.  Stanley has always been "number 1" but his life took a dramatic turn with the arrival of Beckett, a year later Zoë was born and Stanley was not impressed.  Number 1 moved to number 3.  I feel terrible, I promised myself that I wouldn't be one of those Mother's that ignored her dog.  I can't help it. I'm busy.  I'm tired. It just happened.
Beckett, Zoë and Stanley all love each other - Stan is incredibly patient and loving to the babes.  I watch Zoë climb all over him while he's trying to sleep, Beckett loves Stanley's wagging tail and I can't tell you how many times his ears get tugged!  While all this is happening Stanley happily takes it, gives a kiss and moves on.  Love him.
How about you?  How do you balance you best furry pal and your busy life?
xx