Smart. Sharp. Funny. Fearless.
Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a fool for a dog. Not every dog that has ever lived; rodent-sized yappers leave me cold. However, to my wife and me, a house without tooth-marked chair legs and tumbleweeds of hair in the corners barely qualifies as a home.

That pungent odor that makes fastidious visitors wrinkle their noses on rainy days? That’s the smell of unconditional love.

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