Give The Dog Her Bone

“Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked any way,The good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference” – Author Unknown

If my brother Steve ruled the world, dogs would be allowed on the couch and people would be treated more humanely.

I had a dog for a little while. She was one of those crazy impulse finds. Cute kid with a box of squirming puppies, who can resist? Usually I can. For lack a better name, I called her Poochie…I know it’s a stupid name. I’m not good with naming. It’s a good thing for my kids that there are books with thousands of baby names. Anyway, I digress.

Dogs are no different than people. They know a good find when they find one. When you are in a store, if there is a good deal, you’ll snatch it up, regardless of who is in the way. Poochie, my 3 month old puppy did that very same thing.

Her usual walk is a stop to sniff at this bush and a stop to sniff at that tree, then finished off with a roll in the clover. She was a puppy and acted every bit of it too. I took her in the back of the apartment complex and you never know what you’ll find; cans, bottles, toys even old bones. She found it. A bone- no, HER bone. Poochie grabbed that bone, put her ears back and with head down she ran-leash attached to my arm-yanking me along behind. I did not realize the greed that was in my sweet puppy’s nature, nor did I realize how well she knew her way home. Until now. She made a quick headstrong way, weaving around this sidewalk, across the little bridge, around the tree and to the front of the apartments and straight to the stairs all the while carrying her find and dragging me quickly behind her.

Oh the wisdom of dogs.



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