Right now, Jamie is sitting on the couch with his favorite "blankie" watching TV. Where's the dog? Sitting half-way in Jamie's lap. If Jamie lays down on the couch (on his side), Ziggy will crawl behind him and lay down with his head resting on Jamie's neck so he can watch TV, too. But it isn't always sunshine and roses with those two.
Jamie will be playing in the floor and Ziggy will come bounding up to him and start "attacking" Jamie with licks and play bites on his ears. Or he'll run up and steal one of Jamie's toys and take off with it. But Jamie isn't innocent in these games, either. If Ziggy is minding his own business playing with one of his own toys, Jamie will run over and steal it and throw it down the hall. Then Ziggy will take off after it, only to bring it back for Jamie to throw again.
They "fight" with each other for my attention, too. If Ziggy is laying in my lap and I tell Jamie to take him outside, I have to hook the dog up to his leash - otherwise, Ziggy will growl at Jamie. If Jamie is cuddling with me and Ziggy comes up to us, Jamie will try to push him away (of course I fuss at both of them when they pull these tricks).
So I guess the point of this rambling post is something that I've talked about before. We're born with certain types of families, then God brings others into our lives that we turn into our families of the heart. I've been very blessed in that most members of my birth-family are/were wonderful, quirky people. But I've also been very blessed in the people (and pets) that have become part of my family of the heart. You are all in my prayers.
Oh, and I'm stealing a verse of the day that I have been told many times, because it's true:
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy
God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners
but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.
Psalm 68:4-6 (NIV)