Viggo likes to have his head massaged. below the ear, above the ear, around and around....grr-ahhhh it feels so good.
But it occured to me recently that this need he has for affection could never be met by his own birth mother. Besides the harsh reality of her physical distance, she would lack the ability to apply gentle rubs by the very fact that her hand is a paw.
My hands however apply just the right pressure. They also dole out treats and fasten his jacket when the cold temps make the wild too unbearable for small pups on big job missions. I would say all in all, hands are the dogs bee's knees.
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