Love for Dogs

I love dogs. Growing up I always had a dog. I think I’ve never lived without one. The big Boxer in the picture, Lady, is now 8 years old. I adopted her when she was just one year old. When you talk to her, she looks at you with these big brown eyes as if she knows exactly everything you are saying to her; she’s so smart. The little dog, Princess, belongs to my daughter, or at least she thinks she does. Princess is 4 years old and she was adopted two years ago. My daughter gave me a guilt story before showing me the dog she had already brought home. The name Princess sure fits her well. Somehow every morning she managed to escape through the fence and walked around the neighborhood visiting the neighbors before coming back home. I finally covered the holes in the backyard and now she doesn’t escape. But about a week ago I had a neighbor knock on my door asking me if Princess had passed away because they hadn’t seen her in a while. My response to her was, “no, she’s just under house arrest.”

Enjoying a sunny day outside.