A Dog Doesn't Care If You're Rich

A Dog Doesn't Care If You're Rich Or Poor, Educated Or Illiterate, Clever Or Dull. Give Him Your Heart And He Will Give You His.

Such Short Little Lives Our Pets Have To Spend With Us, And They Spend Most Of It Waiting For Us To Come Home Each Day. It Is Amazing How Much Love And Laughter They Bring Into Our Lives And Even How Much Closer We Become With Each Other Because Of Them.

Then I Dropped My Forehead Against His And Sat There For A Long Time, As If I Could Telegraph A Message Through Our Two Skulls, From My Brain To His. I Wanted To Make Him Understand Some Things. You Know All That Stuff We’ve Always Said About You?” I Whispered. “what A Total Pain You Are? Don’t Believe It. Don’t Believe It For A Minute, Marley.” He Needed To Know That, And Something More, Too. There Was Something I Had Never Told Him, That No One Ever Had. I Wanted Him To Hear It Before He Went. Marley,” I Said. “you Are A Great Dog.

Just So You Know Labrodor Retrivers Do Not Howl.begals Howl.wolves Howl. Labs Do Not Howl, At Lestnot Well. Marley Attempted Twice To Howl, Both Times In Answer To A Passing Police Siren, Tossing Back His Head, Forming His Mouth Into An O Shape, And Letting Loose The Most Pathetic Sound Ihave Ever Heard, More Like Gargling Than Answering The Call Of The Wild. Butnow,no Question About It He Was Howling.

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.