For The Love of Daddy

We have a true daddy’s girl. Not Carter, although she may qualify as one too, but Shay Shay is the big daddy’s girl. In Shay’s eyes there is no one on earth better than Russ. She rides on his lap in the car. She sleeps snuggled up to him, no matter where he sleeps. If he gets out of bed to wander around the house in the middle of the night, so does Shay.
Today, we went out on our friend’s boat and Shay, festooned in her red life preserver sat atop of Russ as the wind blew through her hair. We beached the boat to take a long walk and look for shells. Shay stayed right at Russ’ heels, except when she was jumping up into his arms to be carried.
This sort of love is such a burden. She sits on him everywhere. He rarely has a free hand if she is around because at any moment she may jump in the air and except to be caught. What is a daddy supposed to do? He can’t spurn such adoration. He must bear this love and continue to make a dog happy.