This morning I was reminded of a rather humorous memory that I thought I'd share.
When I met Cobey he already had Kona, Blue and Tensaw (a pup at the time). They all would cruise around in a minivan (don't ask me how Cobey was able to "get the girl" because I dislike minivans; chalk it up to being high schooler having to drive the minivan to school....). Anyways, each dog had their own bucket seat, Blue and Kona sat behind the driver and passenger seats and Tensaw road shotgun. When I joined the crew, Tensaw was relegated to the back with no seat. This propagated a few quirks, one of which being the need, to this day, to sit on top of something; like a goat. Be it 1 inch or 4 feet off the ground, he has to be elevated.
Often when I would leave the seat he would quickly reclaim his thrown. So one day we went for a drive and went into a store for a few minutes to get food or something. When we returned the passenger seat was ripped to shreds and Tensaw was sitting in the back with a look of triumph. "Try and sit there now! You don't have any stuffing! Ha!"
Tensaw can't hold grudges, for one he's a dog, they don't. And even if they did, that guy wouldn't. So we're best of pals. He is my favorite dog (though you'll find I say that about each dog), but he is the reason my life is as great as it is; I wouldn't have Cobey and my two wonderful boys if not for his quirks. But that story is for another time....