Ace and I have become best friends. He watches me leave for work from the front door. He waits for me to come home, and is excited when I arrive. As I pull into the drive way, he pounds on the door, barking and wagging his tail.
When I come in, he sticks right beside me. If I move, he moves. He watches and listens for instruction. If I ask "Would you like to go for a ride?", he bolts for the door and runs to the car. When I open the door and say "Load up!" he leaps into the back seat. If I ask "Want to go for a walk?", he heads for the door.
The picture above was taken in a nearby park where we like to hike. He is sitting on a rock in a stream, and I am sitting on a bench taking his picture on my cellphone. Right after I snapped his photo, I began checking my email on the phone, and my attention was drawn to a work related message.
Ace sat patiently, then stood up and walked over to me. With one swat, he knocked the cellphone from my hand and onto the ground. He stood their looking at me. I honestly think he was telling me that he'd been waiting all day, and this was his time with me. I thought about it for a second and agreed, and I put the phone in my pocket.
Ace is My dog, and he has chosen me to be his master. That's quite an honor. I plan to live up to it.
