Davida and I have a German Shepherd, his name is Eppy. Sometimes we walk him together. Sometimes we take turns. People walking past us always stop to pet Eppy, he enjoys the attention.

He was a shelter dog, and Davida being a dog trainer, had him house broken and the most well behaved dog in all of Philadelphia. Well maybe I am a little bit biased.

Often Eppy waits by the door, his favorite toy in his mouth, a red ball that I would throw and Eppy enjoys chasing and retrieving as if he were a Golden Retriever.

Eppy sits in between us as we watch prime time TV.
More often than not Eppys’ head is on my lap and Davida would try to entice him with pretzels, to sit closer.

Eppy takes the pretzels and swallows without chewing and returns his head to my lap.

I think Davida is jealous that our dog loves me more, but I am home all day writting my novel and Davida is out with other dogs all day and that’s why Eppy is distant and always drops his red ball in front of me to play with him.