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I had to pay a visit to the doctor yesterday and strip down (eeewwwwww). The poor woman took one look at my thighs and said, "Susan, I have to ask you, what in the world have you done to your legs?" Looking down I noticed about 10 pea sized bruises on my thighs at varying rates of heal. I was forced to tell her that whenever I come home, my goofy Wilson is so happy to see me he throws his whole body weight at me and jumps on me and then I grab his paws and we have a dance around the kitchen.
I know this doesn't sound too good, but I am the only person in the world he does this to. He doesn't jump on my children or my hubby, or company, just me. It is just our thing that we do, I like to think he loves and misses me the most, which I don't think is too far off the mark. He's pretty much my boy. Follows me everywhere. Will even get up from a sound sleep if I leave the room. MUST BE LOVE.
I think what I have to do is maybe catch his feet before he ends up on me or try to teach him not to jump. I'm not sure I want to give up my little game though. Maybe I just won't go to the doctor as often.
Susan and Wilson (the dancing boy)
I know this doesn't sound too good, but I am the only person in the world he does this to. He doesn't jump on my children or my hubby, or company, just me. It is just our thing that we do, I like to think he loves and misses me the most, which I don't think is too far off the mark. He's pretty much my boy. Follows me everywhere. Will even get up from a sound sleep if I leave the room. MUST BE LOVE.
I think what I have to do is maybe catch his feet before he ends up on me or try to teach him not to jump. I'm not sure I want to give up my little game though. Maybe I just won't go to the doctor as often.
Susan and Wilson (the dancing boy)