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His gleaming, golden fur as sunny as sunlight gave Sunshine his name. It also sets him apart from other dogs. His hair has a silky soft feel like lush plush velvet.
His feecy milk white feet are fuffy like down. He looks at the other dogs, cocks his head sideways, and then follows me. Follows until he becomes the boss.
Sunshine purrs then peers at me through golden green eyes. He leads me towards his dog pan, stops before he gets there, turns his head and scrutinizes me. I follow.
He turns up his nose at yesterdays food. I put fresh food in his pan. He eyes me, and then turns as I open him a can of chicken and liver to fill his dish. He eats. I fill his water bowl with fresh water and add a couple of ice cubes. He has me well trained.
Sunshine tells me to whichever door he chooses to pass throughwhen he wants to go outside. He scratches on the French Doors when he decides to come in. I spring from my chair and open the door. He walks in, head held high, tail straight up. He has me under his paw.
When Glenn, my husband, would come home from work, Sunshine would then transfer his affections to him. He never failed to accompany him into the walk-in closet. He smelled, then walked to Glenns house shoes, and pulled them forward with his paw.
When Glenn would settle down in his chair to read, Sunshine would curl up on the back of his chair, and nap. During the day, when I worked at my computer, he always quietly curled in my lap.
Many times I have heard Glenn laugh as he looked out the south window. I asked，“Why are you laughing?”
Glenn would say，“There goes Sunshine up the hill to check the menu at Doctor Gene and Marys house.”Or he would say，“Sunshine‘s coming down the hill. He’s checked out Doctors place.”These travels of Sunshine brought about a nickname, The Partnership Dog.
When Sunshine feels left out, he reaches a white paw out and grabs my skirt. I take him in my arms and stroke his velvety fur. That satisfes him.