Chock Full

   My only previous experience of a dog in the house was Truman.  He was a very serious boy, very affectionate, but he was a worrier.  He was one of 13 puppies, and he avoided the other pups from day one.  He came into the world not caring for other dogs, and he stayed that way for 11 1/2 years.
   I used to think that dogs didn't have senses of humour.  But Lucky is funny.  He has a playful, jocular side to his personality for sure, and Scot and I love it.
   I've been reflecting on the nicknames we give our pets.  I mean, is it just me, or do we all give our animal friends affectionate nicknames apart from their real names?  Truman was, amongst other titles, The Bear.  Also, Poops.  There were others, but I'll spare you, because they're private to us.  And embarrassing.
   Lucky is Lucky.  That's his name and always will be, because he is a happy-go-lucky boy, and the minute we met him, we saw that his name was a good one for him.  But a nickname has a way of happening organically, and Lucky now has one of his own.
   Beans.
   He likes it.  And it suits his playful, genuinely funny nature.  He has a way of looking at us that says 'yeah, I'm a bit foolish, but it's fun!'  He is full of beans for much of the day.
   There are moments when he's snoozing on his bed at our feet, and he looks like a perfect angel at rest.  One of us will go down to give him a cuddle, and he will go from zero to full-of-beans in 3 seconds flat.  It's surprising, but always lovely, because that's just the boy he is.  Sleepy, then bananas.  At these times, we've learned to be careful, because when he wakes up, it's with a bang.  And you can get head-butted pretty easily!
 
   We've been sent puppy pics of the boy by his family, and it's stunning to see him as a wee laddie.

 

                                                              Love this boy.