Everyone in our house seemed to enjoy it (minus the cat) but our five year old in particular grew to be the most attached. Preston would run outside and play with "his dog" and then bring Abby back in for her snack. He would rest his head on her when he watched TV and then take her back out to play again.
Early yesterday morning, I heard Preston "talking" to Abby downstairs so I went to see what was going on. As I peeked over the top of the stairs, there they were, together at the bottom. I swear it looked like Abby was listening to every word he said. It was such an image of how wonderful and pure the bond between a boy and his dog can be.
Mom and Dad came back from their trip and we're so glad they're finally home. They had to take Abby home with them today and Preston has been so sad without her. He keeps asking when we'll get to keep her again. The house truly does feel different with her gone.
It makes us realize how much a family dog can add to warm a home. They bring happiness to the people who love them...and joy to the heart of a child.