A Man And His Dog

There is something really special about the relationship between a man and his dog.  Take The Nice Man and I for instance. Rain or shine, 100 degree heat or below freezing, he makes sure I get my morning walk.  He knows which telephone poles are mine and lets me stop and check my messages.  He takes me by my friend Baxter's house to see if he is outside chasing his red bucket or howling at any motorbikes.  He stops at Lil Blonde Girl's house so she can scratch my ears and give me hugs and kisses.  He carries a Sponge Bob Square Pants bottle with cold water just for me because all of this walking and socializing makes a dog VERY thirsty.  

When I walk with The Nice Man I hold my ears and my tail up as high as they will go to show the world how proud I am to be his buddy, and you know what?  I think if The Nice Man had a tail and gorgeous furry ears like me, he would hold them up nice and high as well so everyone could see how proud he was to be with me.  I love The Nice Man more than treats, and that's saying something because I REALLY LOVE TREATS!  Especially the soft liver kind that he's been giving me lately.  

Until next time, here's hoping that you all have found a Nice Man like mine. If you have, don't forget to hold up your tail and ears and to be generous with your kisses.  If you haven't, hang in there, the right one will come along for you, and if he doesn't, I will share mine with you until he does.  Just don't ask me to share my treats!

Love,
Merlyn