Being a
Boy hates leaving home without her. He walks her and cleans up after her. They play together for hours on end before cuddling up on the living room floor to watch some T.V. or take a nap. He's already started lamenting about how he is going to take her to college with him and he doesn't seemed phased by the idea that
I derive much joy from seeing how much they love each other and what a special relationship they have. It also often makes me chuckle to myself.
So the other day, while watching them cuddle together, I mention to Boy in a mock-serious voice that they love each other so much that I am just waiting for the day the Matilda contracts rabies while saving Boy from a rabid wild boar. I continue on that it might turn out to be a cougar or mountain lion that Matilda meets her demise from while protecting him. Further more, maybe it will be bear that attempts to attack Boy and gives Matilda the chance to go out as a hero.
Boy just looked at me a chuckled a little, when Middle Weasel inserted her two cents from upstairs, "Mom, why don't they just stay out of the woods?".