CHAPTER 132 – My Bunshine
The morning sun crept past the shutters and under the bed to where Bentley was sleeping, gently waking him. Bentley stretched, yawned a big buck-toothed yawn, and slunk out from under the bed. Dad was still asleep, so he dug through his foraging ball searching for some tasty morsels.
After nibbling on some hay, Bentley sat down on the floor in his loaf position and waited for Dad to wake up. He tried his best to be a good boy and not wake up Dad.
Not long after, Dad opened his eyes. He leaned over the side of the bed and saw Bentley’s familiar silhouette in the morning sun. It made him smile. “Good morning, Mr. B!” he said. Bentley sat up, nose twitching. “You know what? The last thing I see before I close my eyes to sleep is you. And the first thing I see in the morning is you. You are like my sunshine. Except, you are my Bunshine!”
That reminded Dad of a song he used to hear as a child, called You Are My Sunshine. He sat up in bed and began singing,
You are my Bunshine, my only Bunshine
You make me happy, when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my Bunshine away.
Dad hopped out of bed and knelt down in front of Bentley, and said, “Good morning, Bunshine!” Bentley lowered his head for a pet. Dad laid down beside him on the floor and slowly stroked his head and ears. Bentley loved this quiet time together, before Dad got busy with his day. He closed his eyes and enjoyed each stroke through his ears. It was bliss.
Bentley thought, “Dad, you’re kind of silly. But I like being your Bunshine. It makes me happy, too!”