If the Hubster and I are in different rooms, Maggie is with him. Every Sunday morning, you find Maggie laying next to the sofa while the Hubster watches football. She may come running if she hears me letting the other dogs out or getting out some treats, and when it's time to make dinner she usually makes an appearance in the kitchen to see what I am doing. But other than that, she's a daddy's girl through and through, preferring to spend her hours lazing by his side. Maggie thrives under his eye - she is always better behaved outside of the home when he's got the other end of the leash. And while I wish I had the same effect when we are on our walks, I truly treasure the moments she seeks affection from me as our special moments. 'Course, those always happen when the Hubster's not around. :)
Sadie & Hurley, on the other hand, can always be found in whatever room I am in. Every movement of mine captures their eyes and when I move on to another room, they are on my heels. Sadie has always been my girl; she in inherently more comfortable with women than men and between my love of giving affection and her love of receiving it, we have formed a special bond. She loves affection so much that she happily thumps her tail not only when she's on the receiving end but whenever anyone else in the house is getting some love and affection. That's one of my favorite things about her.
|i wuv everyone|
Hurley, on the other hand, is just now warming up to affection. But while he may not want Mom's hugs just yet, he is always by my side, under my feet or intently watching my every move. At the store, his favorite spot is curled up close enough that some part of his body is touching my feet. His "spot" with blanket and toys, 6" inches from my feet, is not close enough for him. He is always, always underfoot and while there are times when that is inconvenient, it also warms my heart when he curls up at my feet and gazes up at me.
|Always under Mom's chair|
The hubster and I were commenting on our dogs' "favorite" this weekend. Hurley and Sadie had followed me down to our family room and were sitting in front of the couch, staring at me. In the middle of the conversation the Hubster turns to Hurley and asks "Do you love your mama?" And swear to God, Hurley made a cute little whimper and looked back at me with a somewhat worshipful expression on his face. Yup, I think I might be his favorite.
Do your dogs have favorites?