A boy and his dog

Every morning while John is on the toilet I set up his toothbrush with a rinse cup. 12 years old and I can finally walk out of the bathroom while he brushes his teeth . I set it up, say “brush, rinse and come downstairs.” Today, he never came downstairs. While I’m getting his meds ready I shout up, “John, are you done brushing your teeth?”. His response, “Yah, brush Bosses teeth”. I run upstairs and find this.

Brush Bosses teeth

They are bonding. They are like brothers that like each other when it suits them. Boss sometimes knows nothing of personal space while John is always telling him to “watch your personal space!”. They still struggle at the top of the stairs every morning. Boss likes to take an entire step and lay there until you’re just ready to step on him. Then he moves. John enjoys letting Boss lick the white cheddar off his fingers from eating “Black Popcorn” (The white cheddar popcorn in a black bag). While he licks his fingers he says “Look tickles”.

I love that they are bonding and becoming friends. This could have gone either way.

A boy and his dog