There's a bench in my apartment and when I sit on it, that tells Benson one of two things is happening:
We're getting ready for a walk.
Or it's Mommy time.
Mommy time is when Benson asks for physical affection and play. And he plays rough.
I think people would be alarmed if they saw the way me and Benson play. He's all big head, wide open mouth, big teeth, and crazy eyes jumping and pulling and tugging and zoomie-ing, and biting (on the toys in my hands), and growling. It's effing terrifying looking. He makes me laugh. I love it.
A couple times I misjudge the distance between my fingers and his canines but not very often. He sometimes gets too excited and wants to chew on my shoe but not very often.
He's big and heavy and those teeth are no joke. But he's my big Schmoopie.
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