My husband’s “partner” is a police canine. He lives with us. He’s a terrific dog with great discipline and we feel blessed to have him around.

I only wish he didn’t shed.

Anyway, yesterday, Sirus was laying down, frozen by obedience, while my husband got ready for work. Because the dog is at work much of the time, my boys rarely get a minute to play with him.

The poor dog stayed frozen on the floor while Andy, Brady and Connor petted, poked and prodded. They love him so much.

I was washing dishes and watching the whole scene unfold. Brady was near his head and looking closely at Sirus’ face.

Suddenly, a revelation came over Brady, “Andy!! These black things on Sirus’ face aren’t black marshmallows! They’re his LIPS!”

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