Small Boy and Dog: Magic Moment!

Yesterday, small boy was sleepy while watching Curious George on TV, so he climbed onto the sofa and curled up where squatty dog usually rests. 












When something exciting happened to George,

small boy sat up. Squatty dog saw his chance and jumped onto his favorite spot, edging boy over.  Small boy responded by carefully resting his body on top of squatty dog’s flank.

Nana hovered in the distance, watching, ready to protect small boy and dog. Nana expected dog to move away. Dog has never allowed boy to lay on him for long. Squatty dog acts like the other dog is stoo-pid for allowing small boy to hug and suffocate her.

Now, with his body perfectly molding the stout curve of squatty dog’s hip, small boy was perfectly still. His brown eyes wide with wonder, boy instinctively honored this magical moment with dog.  Dog moved his big head from the arm rest toward boy’s face. Nana moved to intervene, but stopped when dog simply looked at boy; boy looked back, brown eyes on brown eyes. Nana’s heart melted.

Dog broke the spell with an awkward lunge forward. Nana rushed toward them ready to separate the two.  She is the bite police, vividly remembering the horrible dog attack on small boy’s face just over a year ago.  She stopped again, as squatty dog heaved his cumbersome body up and dropped it solidly over small boy’s legs. Dog, now splayed across boy’s lap, belly up, sighed deeply.

Boy’s grin split his face; the faint scar above his lip smiling too as if in acknowledgement of this unique offer. Chubby fingers started scratching squatty dog’s belly, chest, hip as dog responded in little pig noises: contented grunting, blissful snorts, eyes closing. Boy locked eyes with Nana; adoring green eyes on big, round, brown eyes, silently sharing this enchanted moment. Nana hardly breathes, knowing how boy always wanted to love on THIS dog.

Then, as all moments do, this moment ended. Small boy’s chubby hand froze in mid-air over dog as his eyes turned from wonder to panic.

“Help, Nana,” he cried.  “Turnip is gwishing me!”  Nana laughed, spoke gently to wake dog from the trance, while lifting dog’s JackRussellBasset log-of-a-body up, so small boy could pull his legs out from under.

Dog jumped off sofa; boy curled up and returned to Curious George.  And, as is the norm with precious moments, hints of love and trust lingered in the room. 

Small boy and dog wish you all a Blessed Thanksgiving!!!