Staffie's Love

"Do you think Staffie will like the toy we bought for him, Sally?" Sally's dad asked as they left Woof Woof Supplies.

"Oh yes, definitely.  I can't wait to get home to show him."

"We're on our way!"


Twenty minutes later, Sally and her dad pulled into their garage.  Sally saw Staffie waiting outside the front door with tail wagging in excitement.  He knew he was getting a present that snowy Saturday.  He raced back through his doggie door when the garage door closed.

Staffie is a black, six-month-old Staffordshire Bull Terrier pup.  He is the only dog in the house and the affection he gets from his family feels oh so good.  In such a happy life, there are two things Staffie loves more than anything - his chew toys and eight-year-old Sally, the only child to her parents and his very best friend.

"Staffie!" Sally called out from the garage.

Staffie's eager bark told her he was in the living room.

Sally raced into the living room with new chew toy in hand and nearly collided into Staffie running toward her.

"Staffie!  Look at your new chew toy!  Don't chew through this one as fast as you did all the others.  Fetch, Staffie?"

Bark!

Sally tossed the toy down a hallway that leads to three bedrooms.  Staffie darted with lightning speed, skidded to a halt just before the toy, and sank his teeth into the ultra-durable "power jaws chew toy for puppies."

Sally laughed at this sight.  Once Staffie's mouth was wrapped around a toy, the world and people around him disappeared.  Staffie always attacked his toys with one purpose in mind - chew until there is nothing left.

After several minutes watching Staffie play, Sally casually said,

"Okay, Staffie.  I'm going in my room now," patting him carefully on the head as she walked past (careful not to let her hand be confused with the toy).

As Sally slowly closed her bedroom door, Staffie appeared, panting and smiling.

"You don't want to play anymore?"

Still smiling.

"Well, I won't be much fun, Staffie.  I'm going to take a nap," Sally said as she took off her snow boots and settled into bed.

Staffie whined a yawn.  He walked to the edge of her bed and looked up to her.

"I know those eyes.  Staffie, do you want to take a nap with me?"

Staffie jumped onto the bed and snuggled his puppy body against hers.

"You are one happy pup, Staffie - new chew toy, nap time with your best friend."

A lazy yawn from both and fast to sleep.

Staffie was one happy pup that snowy day.  He had his two loves - a new toy and Sally, his best friend.  All dogs should be this happy.