A boy of his own

This evening when I let Bravo out after dinner, there were several boys skateboarding in the driveway of the house behind us. Bravo went to watch them, and the littlest one came over to the fence to pet him. Bravo would let the boy pet him through the fence, then race around the yard a couple of times, and go back to the corner to repeat the process. He also jumped up on the fence so the boy could more easily pet him. Eventually, he just sat in the corner and leaned on the fence while the boy was petting him. Must have been at least 10 minutes they sat there. Then Harry came out and started barking at Bravo, and he asked to be let in.

I could swear I heard him say he wanted a boy of his own. Or a girl...

And yesterday night, he did ask why K's door was closed. When I opened it, he went in and looked on the bed to see if she was there...