This will be our first Christmas without our sweet Ben, the house still feels empty without him. Every year he thought the trees were just for him... I'd come home from shopping and he'd be curled up underneath the boughs, the presents pushed aside to make room for his round little body! I'd scold and he'd move to his bed, he knew he was in trouble! He was a good boy though... most of the time!
He endeared himself to almost everyone he met, especially my Mother. She and Ben had a special bond, he would set at her feet waiting for a pat on the head. She even tolerated him up on the couch, something that always surprised me!
One year when she was visiting, we decided to drive into Fayetteville and see the beautiful Lights of the Ozarks. Ben begged to go so the two of them were sitting in the back seat taking in the gorgeous displays. We were in Holiday Heaven as we made our way around the square, oohing and aahing. Just then Ben caught a glimpse of the horse and carriage behind us and came UNGLUED, barking his head off... scared everyone to death!
I hope where ever he is, there are trees to lay under and ice cubes for his water bowl....