A boy and his dog

When our dog Bandit first came to us, I noticed on his paperwork that he was born a week before my grandson. I was so glad that Bandit and Parker would grow up together. I think every child needs a dog in his life to explore, go on adventures, play with, and at the end of a long day, curl up to rest together.

I wanted this for my grandson because that was my experience growing up. My parents brought home a beautiful collie named Queenie the day after I was born. Queenie was my best friend for thirteen years. She could read your emotions as Bandit can, and when I was sad she would lean against me and lick my face. She was always with me wandering around the neighborhood, or curling up with a book. I cannot imagine what my life would have been like without her.

Now, it is Parker’s turn to have this experience. He and Bandit already enjoy each other. Both are 11 months old, and Bandit knows he has to calm down his energy a little around the baby, and he is very gentle with him. Parker doesn’t pull on his fur, and he loves watching Bandit sail into the air to catch the frisbee.

Bandit loves when someone throws him a tennis ball. Today, we laughed as Parker picked up the tennis ball and threw it to Bandit. It only went a few feet, but Bandit didn’t care. He grabbed it and dropped it off near Parker. They played like this for ten minutes. I think this is only the beginning of the fun they will have together.