Togo Goes Reminiscing

Daddy is changing jobs. He likes his job, but he says it’s time to do something different and let new people do his old job better. That means I will be changing my schedule to meet his new schedule. But our life together isn’t about our jobs and schedules.

The things I do on this new schedule will be for the same reason. Daddy is my emotional support human. He does stuff to keep me happy and healthy. So during my first nine years, I’ve had to concentrate on doing things that inspire Daddy. I don’t think you fully understand how hard it is to get up in the morning and go find something different to chew-up just to challenge someone like Daddy to find new ways to keep me entertained.

But our relationship has evolved over time. 

I’m still pretty frisky. Daddy, not so much. I enjoy being a little rowdy sometimes. Daddy laughs and likes it, too. But he gets tired a lot sooner than I do. Some days, when I think he can handle it, we race up our driveway to the gate. I never run full speed because leaving Daddy in the dust would make him sad. I never let him win, though. Daddy would dramatize it and he already tells too many stories. I can tell he likes for me to win.

Sometimes Daddy and I sit out on the back porch and remember things from our past. Daddy laughs a lot during those times. Mainly because I am naturally funny and a bit of a trickster. Or perhaps mainly because being my emotional support human makes him happy. He always makes a face, but I know how much he likes my lavish kisses.

I just know that I’ll never forget any of our times together.

And in just a few short weeks, we are going to change his other job. But it will never change us.