I decided that Harry needed his usual late-night jaunt around Seward Park with Elizabeth and Koya. If he got tired, I reasoned, I would carry him — but I thought it important that he get out and do the dogly things he loves.
So last night, we set off. Harry was perky-tailed and happy the entire walk. I picked him up a couple times to give him a break, but he struggled out of my arms. He loved it.
We have a morning routine. I pull him into bed when Steve gets up. When S comes out of the shower, Harry rushes to the end of the bed and barks. Steve plays with him, Harry barks some more, Steve plays some more and everyone is happy. Harry has been too down to do this recently. But this morning, he was back at it.
So I have a happy little puglet. And that makes me a happy puglet owner.