Rarely does a day go by that I am not greeted at the door by four, panting tongues and tennis balls being dropped at my feet in the not-so-subtle attempt to remind me it is now time to go out to throw the ball. As far as they are concerned, I can change my clothes and have a beer after I throw the ball for them for awhile…sometimes I do, but sometimes the changing and beer win….temporarily.
For the many, new readers of this blog, I also claim the title of “dog daddy” and you can search the dozens of posts about our dogs. My favorite one is goes back a little over two years ago…. Sunday Night, Dog Night.
There is something special about “fur love”