Bailey, Princess of Love, fur-soul-child, heart of my heart. This once tiny Mastiff, now well over 100 lbs has us in thrall. We are mesmerized by her childlike fascination with the world...every bud, every flower...EVERY BIRD. "Oh My Goodness, Birdies, Mommy!" "No, Baby, we love Birdies!" "But, Mommy..." "No buts, Bailey, Birdies are protected." "No Fair!"
We're in our 'Stranger Danger' Mode right now, so our happy-go-lucky puppy isn't so party hardy as she used to be. Now, it's protect Mommy, protect the house. Big Dog on Deck...Woof! Last week she went nuts, let her out late at night and she worked the fence up and down, didn't know until after work the next day that someone had climbed up on our fence and tried to rip the satellite dish down. Note: They didn't come in the yard...Sign Works, somewhat.
Other than her guardian duties, she's a gigantic suck, the big bed is her desire, and she sulks and pouts and shows such sad eyes when we tell her it's time for 'Baby Bed'. She looks back and forth at us hoping to be granted a reprieve, but sadly, slowly descends and casts a loveless look back at us..."Are you sure?"....Ah!!! It's pathetic! These Mastiffs can melt your heart.
It's the giddy-up gallop when we give her the new toy and she jumps and leaps with joy. It's the nose in the shopping bags, the intense interest when I'm telling her my tale of woe, the understanding paw and heartfelt lick: "I'm here, Mommy." It's the tail that wags insanely whether I'm gone five minutes or five hours. My girl lights up my morning, my day, my night.
My husband complains, sometimes, "Bailey loves you more than me. She doesn't care about her Daddy." Then, she melts his heart, climbs up in the big bed, snuggles into his neck and places an ownership paw on his chest. "My Daddy."
She's the child we never had, she's magic!
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