The Dog I call Cowboy

My son has a dog named Chief. This is the laziest dog you have ever met. He is part lab, part retriever, as far as I can tell. I have two dogs, Hansel and Gretel, they are pure bred Shelties. They cost a lot of money and have lived long lives. Too long(i think they are 13 this year). I keep hoping they won't be able to find their way home, inside joke. The Shelties act like puppies. They are not my kinda dogs. They 'yap' a lot. They are hyper. They still eat shoes and crap on the carpet.

I used to think I didn't have a type of dog.

Chief has changed all that. He is my kinda dog. He snores. He is really just a big old baby. Even after a bath, this dog still smells, and not like Herbal Meadows...He is the sweetest dog I have ever met. He is my kinda dog. Chief does not require a lot of maintenance, although, I dote on the old thing. He has the most expressive eyes I have ever seen. He sleeps in my bed, against all of my protesting that he smells it up and leaves too much hair on the bed, I don't move him. He doesn't ask for much. Food, some water and to be let out a couple of times a day.

This dog turns me into an old softie. He doesn't beg to be pet, but I can't help it. I pet him constantly. He has these flappy ears that require attention. He barks at cars, that is his only exercise. There is only one problem with Chief. He was named after the Kansas City Chiefs football team. I am a Dallas Cowboys fan.

I secretly call him Cowboy. He is my dog now....shhhh...no one needs to know. Good ole' Cowboy.