You know who Henry loves? Walter! He can’t get enough of the ol’ fella, actually. During the course of the last nine weeks of Henry’s life on the ranch, he has gotten closer and closer to Walter, and it’s been fun to see their friendship forming. And actually, it’s more of a tolerance than a friendship from Walter’s point of view, at least right now. Henry likes to lick Walter’s face and chew on his ears. There’s just something about Walter that other dogs find lickable and chewable.
And Walter is the greatest sport on earth.
You’ve got a friend in Henry, Walter!
I wonder if Henry reminds Walter of Charlie?
Henry sure reminds me of Charlie.
In fact, I think I have this identical photo of Charlie from when he was exactly this age.
And I try to treat Henry as an individual, a uniquely wonderful Basset Hound who came into our lives Christmas Day 2017.
But when he looks, sounds, acts, and smells exactly like Charlie…well, things get confusing. I’ve never actually called him Charlie, but my nickname for Charles was “Wonky Tonky” (don’t ask me why, it just came out of my mouth one day) and the other day I accidentally called Henry “Wonky Tonky” and it didn’t feel weird. So I guess I’m telling myself it’s okay to love the things about Henry that remind me of Charlie because they remind me of Charlie. Does that make sense? I didn’t think so.
“While you’re busy analyzing your obsessive affection for the annoying new kid, I’ll just go ahead and shake his slobber off my face now…”
Oh, Walter. Great will be your reward in Heaven.
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