Lassie is a true gentleman.

He really is. I have many examples of his chivalry but I’ll just share the most recent one so this post won’t end up being novel worthy.
After we got home from our usual evening walk Wednesday night, my brother and dad got out of the car and went straight into the house. I let Lassie out of the car too, fully expecting him to follow the boys in while I gathered up my things and got Petal out of the back of the car. As I went around to the back of the car I saw Lassie waiting so patiently for me and Petal by the porch steps.
 Love it. <3
But this may be why I’m single. I expect nothing less from a boyfriend.
I mean, come on, if he doesn’t treat me as well as my dog does, what’s the point?