Babe Jr's cheer schedule has slowed down now that the competition is over. That means less practice and that she's riding the bus home more often. The Terrible Terrier has figured this out.
On Thursday he was outside when it came up our road. Instead of barking at it like he does most vehicles, he sat down and calmly watched as it turned around in our driveway. When the door opened and Babe Jr stepped out, that little tail started wagging like crazy. Then as the bus pulled out and rambled back down the road, he turned away from it, watching for Babe Jr to come up the driveway and around the house. It was so sweet. Friday, I had my camera handy as he looked out the storm door again awaiting her return from school.
In March she will be 12 and he'll be 8. I'm sure she's tormented him over the years with the dressing up and the hair bows and all the crazy games he's been subjected to. But its obvious he he loves her.