A few days ago, I wrote about all of Rooney's girlfriends.
He is definitely a fickle guy.
And yet, in spite of all of his flings, he has one true love.
It's my thirteen-year-old lab mix, Star.
Star is old. And chubby. And a teeny bit crochet-y.
She snaps at him when he irritates her.
Occasionally growls or barks.
But Rooney fell in love with her that very first day.
And his love is undying.
Every morning, the first thing he does when he wakes up is to hunt for Star.
And the first thing he does when we come home from school is to hunt for Star.
Sometimes, she is asleep on the bed next to his kennel.
Sometimes she is asleep in the bedroom.
Once in a while, she will be laying out on the back porch.
Rooney always greets her enthusiastically.
Sometimes too enthusiastically.
Rooney is not exactly the greatest boyfriend.
For starters, he has absolutely no personal boundaries.
He sits on her.
Jumps off the bottom stair onto her back.
Lays as close as he can get on her bed.
Drops his toys on her face.
Drags her around by the collar.
Pulls on her ears.
Insists on endless games of bitey-face.
Star puts up with him.
I think somehow she knows
she is his best girl.