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?