I just have to brag on my dog for a moment
Even though Josh and I don’t have any of our own, Henry has been around kids his entire life. He was born into a big family who breeds GSP’s, with kids tossing puppies around like they were frisbees. Puppies don’t mind all of the attention, though. Our best friends in Portland had a toddler, and then when we moved to Austin all of the people we became close with started having babies soon after we met them.
Let me preface my next statement by saying that my dog is definitely an introvert. He love me and Josh, and tolerates everyone else. He would rather be alone in the backyard than with other dogs at a park. He gets tired around 8pm and excuses himself to the bedroom for some alone time with our mattress. He is an introvert.
Last night, 6 girls came over to our house for a pizza party/nail painting extravaganza. My friend Constance works a lot with some local refugee families, and I’ve been tagging along when I can. I thought it would be fun to have some of the kids over, so we picked them up and took them to my house for a few hours. The girls LOVED Henry. They chased him around the entire night, grabbing his toys out of his mouth, kissing him, hugging him, and all but riding him like a small horse. It was the best.
My sweet dog took it like a champ. I wouldn’t go so far as to say he liked it, but he was simply stood there, gazing at me as if to ask why the heck I was allowing this to happen. I was so proud in that moment to have all the confidence in the world that my dog would never do anything to hurt any of those precious little girls. You gotta appreciate a 65 pound beast who wouldn’t hurt a fly, even if we would much rather be all by himself.