The Mama's Boy: Duke

Often times, I have a hard time believing that Duke hasn't been a part of our lives for even a full year yet. I guess we were lucky to have a boxer boy blend in so well with our household and the crazy lives that we lead. But, we were lucky in a lot of other ways too, or should I say that I am lucky?

Duke is a Mama's Boy! He loves his mama, and I'm lucky because I'm the recipient of this adoration, and believe me, I don't doubt for a minute that this sweet boxer boy completely adores me. I don't think a minute goes by when I'm at home, that my sweet boy doesn't know exactly where I am in the house, and frankly, he's never very far from where I am. When Duke is on the job with me, he hates being left in my office and protests quite loudly and comically until I bring him out to prove to him that I'm just fine. I can tell without even looking that the tongue on the other side of the shower curtain belongs to Duke. I can tell without even looking that the paw on my knee definitely belongs to Duke. I can tell without even looking that the loud, freight train like snore keeping me up at night, most certainly belongs to Duke!

I've been more observant of these things lately, maybe because Duke is becoming even more of a mama's boy than he was a few months ago, or maybe the love that I've had for him since the first time I saw his sweet droopy face is deepening. I'm not entirely sure, but something is going on between Duke and I.

The other day, I was curled up in the recliner, book in hand, big fuzzy blanket on my lap completely comfortable. Out of nowhere, here comes Duke... He landed perfectly on his mama's lap and proceeded to get comfy with his head resting on my knee. As soon as he settled in, he let out a very deep, very contented sigh. It would seem that as long as he's close to me, he's perfectly happy. (I should mention that Lucy was madder than a hornet by these events and proceeded to let Duke and I know in no uncertain terms that she was not cool with this!)

I finally got a break from work yesterday, and hurried home at 12:30 to spend some time with my pups and hopefully get a nice long nap. When I walked in the door, Duke seemed so relieved to see me, while Lucy darted for the nearest toy. It was a beautiful day here yesterday, and I couldn't wait to spend some time in the sunshine with the kids, and I thought that they would hit the yard running. Lucy hit the yard running. Duke sat next to me on the step with a paw on my leg, and he didn't move until I got up to go in the house.

And when I curled up in bed for my nap, Duke was right next to me. Last night, he and I fell asleep with both of our heads on my pillow, his paw was over my back. I can't think of anything sweeter! There is definitely a special bond between me and my little boy!