Best friends!

Man’s best friend!

Cody Bear

Cody Bear

The expression can truly be a misnomer because it works both ways.  In my case, Cody is my best friend.  I’m not mincing words.  Everyone knows he’s the guy.   There’s no competition.

I’m not picking up anyone else’s poop.  I won’t give anyone else a bath, at least not with flea and tick shampoo.  If you’re nudging me with your cold nose and you’re asking me to get up in the middle of the night to take you out so you can pee in my back yard, what are the chances I’m OK with that?  Only for my man Cody Bear.

What are best friends?  I have to believe best friends will do just about anything for you.  They aren’t going to pick up your poop, but they are willing to change your diapers and clean up after you.

I’m saying, they will drag your ass out of bar when you are being booed for singing karaoke.

They will refuse to loan you money when they know you’re throwing good money after bad.

They are your best friends in the first place because they share your “bucket list”.

Best friends will give you grief, let you grieve, and they will be there when you are ready to let go.

There is no such thing as fair weather friends.  Friends are friends or they are suspects.  It’s not their decision to make.  Friends are friends until you decide otherwise.  You can take them or leave them.

What’s wrong with having sometime friends?  That is the key to friendships.   If you decide a friend is no longer a friend, is he still someone else’s friend?

Why can’t you have a friend that likes a part of you?  Friends may like some of what you do, some of who you are; but not all of you.  So what?

You have to be a saint to be everyone’s best friend so why not just be a friend to anyone who wishes to enjoy your company?  It’s not mutually exclusive.  I have friends I have offended, at least in some respects.  They may have even been offended by some of my other of my friends.

How many of you hang out with someone else’s friends for a friend’s sake?  That’s a good friend!

Cody Bear, “Bear” being the operative word, is a saint.  Bears forage for food heavily throughout the Summer and Fall months so they can hibernate throughout Winter.  They survive until Spring on the fat they have stored.

Unfortunately Cody, my Chocolate Lab has exceeded his quota and he doesn’t hibernate, choosing to forage throughout the Winter months, as well.  Before you jump to any conclusions, he is fed two measured cups of dry all natural, gluten free food each day with a rawhide chew for dessert and a small treat each time he does his business.  So think thyroid problem.

We treat him for that, too, but the medication makes him hyperactive and if you knew Cody, hyperactive means heavy breathing.  “This dog don’t hunt”!  He’s not jumping through burning hoops or running in circles chasing his tail.  A fifteen minute walk/sniffathon is enough to drive a patient man to the brink and Cody to barely avoid the 911 call for an EMT.

All that said, the Bear and I are soul mates.  If I want Cody to lose some weight all I have to do is leave town.  I can pull out the suitcase and just watch him go into a tailspin.  It’s to the point I pack in the dark, when he’s not around; carry my roller bag so he can’t hear me roll for my exit.

I will be home soon my friend!

About Idea Capitalist
Family guy and entrepreneur. Small Business owner. NFIB Leadership Council member. Serial blogger.

7 Responses to Best friends!

  1. Don Reed says:

    Nice Lab, Al…. Mine is going on 12 years old now, but is still my best hunting buddy!

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  2. Paul says:

    Number one…I did’t know that men posted blogs’.
    Number two, I am not sure how I feel about looking at another half naked man in a hot tub with his “Best Friend”
    And Lastly, is that a glass of cab in your hand? We really need to grab a drink soon!! LOL
    Take Care…

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  3. awiessner says:

    Who says I’m only half naked??

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  4. Pam McCurry says:

    Loved your blog. Nothing like the unconditional love of a dog.

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  5. Paul says:

    As far as you children, I can testify that at least one of them comes in second, but I’m doing my best to make her feel first, even if she isn’t mans best friend. About the half naked comment, I’m still at a loss….lol

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  6. Paul says:

    Well clearly I can’t spell so….guess your off the hook!

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