Fickle

This week Kassa was a mommas boy.  Kassa and I normally have a routine which involves a good run in the morning and then an evening walk.  Before bed Kassa curls up on the couch beside me until bedtime.
This week however runs were out as I wanted to make sure Kassa was all healed up.  When we went for walks he would pause and look longingly at the truck hoping for a trip to the ball field.  I think Kassa decided to stage a protest.  He succumbed to my wifes much softer demeanor and the space heater she keeps handy and climbed up nightly on her love seat.  This greatly pleased and amused my wife of course. Whats a guy to say "you stole my dog!?".  So I suffered in silence .. well with a minor amount of pouting.  Then Saturday came and I took Kassa out for a run.   He of course had a blast.  What does he do that evening? Well in spite of my wifes most attractive sofa with space heater a blaring, Kassa crawled up on the couch beside me for his evening snooze.  I guess he is training me.  Sunday was greyplay day and frigid.  The hounds all dressed in their warmest ran around trying to stay warm.  Guess were my boy is now.  On the sofa sitting beside me sleeping it off.  I bought my dog back by throwing a ball :).