I went to bed and woke up three hours later tonight with a horrible stomach ache. So I got up and drank some milk and just started piddling around the house until the medicine kicked in. Then I heard the familar footsteps coming down the hall towards the kitchen. No, it wasnt a human companion it was my furry little buddy Bengi. Let me describe him too you. He weighs about 12 pounds, big round brown eyes that make your heart melt and he can be a big fuzz ball when his poodle type fur grows out. We got him when Karlie was in the first grade. I was looking for a companion for my yorke Max. My friend told me that someone found a yorkie type dog and was looking for a home for him. I called the man and he said I could have him if I wanted. When I got there, much to my surprise he looked nothing like a yorkie. He was groomed and Mr Larry said he was trained. So I brought him home. He attached to me like we were glued at the hips. We do have our little routine. When I get up he gets up. If I take a nap he takes a nap. Where ever I go he goes. I think that is a song. Tim told me when I go on a trip Bengi refuses to lay in the bed. He stares out the window waiting for me to get home. He is so excited when I do walk through the door he is always is the first to greet me after a longs day work. He runs up to me and jump all over until I greet him. If I dont he will follow me around waiting patiently for a hello from mom. He loves me more than I can imagine.
Dont let someone touch "hit me" or he will be all over them. One day Tim was playing around and I yelled. Bengi jumped on the couch and started barking and biting at Tim. I think if he could he would do anything for me. Why because I loved him first or because I gave him a home. I think he knows he has a home too when I put his collar on him. After his bath he will hold still while I put his collar back on. It is almost like he know he is home when that is on him. Believe me it is not all love on my part some days. There are days when he gets in the garbage, or has an accident on the floor or rolls in something totally digusting. Like the time he rolled around in rotten duck eggs. That day there was not a good day for love. This reminds me of my relationship with God. He loved me first so I should love him and be devoted to him because he gave it all to me. A place I will call home one day and he saved me from life in hell. He sent his ONLY son to die for me. So I owe him my life. Just like I saved Bengi from being on the streets. He knows who saved him, so shouldnt we realize who saved us.