When Ray was a little tiny puppy newly arrived at our home, he was happy and playful, but he wasn’t much of a tail wagger. I found it a bit disconcerting because I although I could tell that he was happy, I wished for the normal outward sign afer all, who doesn’t like a little tail-wagging pup?
It kind of make you wonder, is he really happy or is he just a little chewy-monster who chases things?
As he’s getting older, the tail wagging has gotten much more frequent and I’m learning a little better how to read his body language. He and I have our rituals and I love that I recognize the specific small ways he shows affection.
This morning I was enjoying my morning coffee as Ray was enjoying his morning Kong and we sat in a companionable silence near each other, with our own “treats.” I happened to look at him just as he looked at me and as our eyes met, his tail wagged. I love you, too, Baby Boy.