A Dog Doesn't Care If You're Rich

In A Dog's Life, Some Plaster Would Fall, Some Cushions Would Open, Some Rugs Would Shred. Like Any Relationship, This One Had Its Costs. They Were Costs We Came To Accept And Balance Against The Joy And Amusement And Protection And Companionship He Gave Us.

A Dog Doesn't Care If You Are Rich Or Poor, Educated Of Illiterate, Clever Or Dull. Give Him Your Heart And He Will Give You His. It Was Really Quite Simple, And Yet We Humans, So Much Wiser And More Sophisticated, Have Always Had Trouble Figuring Out What Really Counts And What Does Not.

Cats Will Outsmart Dogs Every Time.

. . . Owning A Dog Always Ended With This Sadness Because Dogs Just Don't Live As Long As People Do.

Only Then Did I See. Something Was Amiss With Patrick's Snap-on One Piece, Or "onesie" As We Manly Dads Like To Call It. His Chubby Thighs, I Now Realized, Were Squeezed Into The Armholes, Which Were So Tight They Must Have Been Cutting Off His Circulation. The Collared Neck Hung Between His Legs Like An Udder. Up Top, Patrick's Head Stuck Out Through The Unsnapped Crotch, And His Arms Were Lost Somewhere In The Billowing Pant Legs. It Was Quite A Look.