It occurs to me I have not done enough bragging about my excellent doggy.
This is Rickey. He was a bit younger in this photo. He hasn't been able to fit into that tiny collar in a while.
I am sitting in my backyard tonight... at my little teak table, with my feet up in another chair, with fresh-cut lilac on this table, waiting for Jon to come home with what he tells me will be the fine ingredients for a night of BBQ-ing and general good times. Yay.
I am sitting here watching my dog sniff stuff. His pleasures are simple:
-Sniff new things
-Sniff old things
-Chew on rawhides and dried bull penises (yeah, I said it... dog-owners now these as "bully sticks")
-Sit on laps
-Get attention from friends and strangers alike
-Eat cheese (GOD he loves cheese... just saying the word nearly gives him an orgasmic kind of dog-seizure)
Pets are the greatest. If you need proof, you just have to think of those Katrina pet-owners who waited with their dogs on rooftops. It does defy biology to love a furry little beast so much. But what a constant friend your pet is, right? So happy to hang out with you in the backyard, or on the couch, or in the car. So happy to just be with you and to give you such an easy, uncomplicated love.