Everyone loves grandma, even dogs

About two years ago I adopted a dog from the humane society in Moscow.

I adopted Boston on a Thursday.

My mom happened to be visiting that weekend and my sister picked my mom up from the airport that day and we met at the pet store on the way to the humane society so I could pick up a leash before picking him up.

I had to work that weekend and so Boston stayed home with my mom while I was away at work. He took to me, and his new name, right away. Though, it took him slightly longer to figure out how to be an inside dog. He had been a stray before I welcomed him into my home, so he didn't know what to do being inside all day. He would just roam around, not sure of what he was supposed to do.

It didn't take him long to figure out all he has to do all day is hang out, sleep and play. He adjusted to being an inside dog and now acts like it. I have a canopy outside my backdoor that covers my porch so I can barbecue year round. When it's raining or snowing and Boston thinks he wants to go outside, he'll go outside, stick his noise out from under the canopy, determine the weather isn't right for him and come back inside.

I look at him and I think to myself, "This dog used to be a stray dog? For reals?"

Shortly before I got Boston, I stopped drinking. I realized pretty quickly that most of the people I had considered friends at the time were really people I liked to drink with and weren't the bet of people, so I started staying home more often and spending a large portion of my free time with my dog, either at home playing, taking him for long walks or hanging out at the dog park.

I've really enjoyed the past two years with Boston. He's been such a great dog. He was house broken when I got him; he only chews on his toys or bones, other than one coat hanger he got a hold of before I discovered the importance of the dog park; he doesn't run away, he stays off the couches and no longer pulls on a leash.

He also stays off my bed. The first night I had him, he jumped up on my bed and I pushed him off. He tried it again to the same result and since then, he's figured out he should sleep in his bed next to mine. He has a memory foam mattress, two blankets and a towel I cover him up with when it's cold right next to my bed where he sleeps.

He sleeps next to my bed when I travel and heads up the stairs with me when I'm ready to call it a day at home. Well, he typically does. Expect for when my mom is in town, such as she has been this week. Then it's like he doesn't even know me. He hangs out with her pretty much all day and insists on sleeping next to her (I wouldn't be surprised if my mom didn't let him sneak up on the bed next to her).

All week long, I've been like, "Boston, let's go to bed" and he just looks at me like I'm crazy.

I'm the coolest person in the world in the eyes of that dog. When I come home, he's always happy to see me no matter how bad my day might have been. You can't not feel better when a dog wakes up from his nap to come greet you by rubbing his head against your leg as you walk in the door.

I take him to the dog park almost every day and he gets a bone nightly. I feed him twice a day. That dog loves me. He thinks I'm the best person in the entire world, and in his world, I am. Expect for when grandma comes to town. And I'm OK being his second favorite after my mother. She's my favorite too.