Tuesday, May 29, 2012

A person's best friend

Dogs are supposed to be man's best friend. Well, Misty qualifies. On Friday, when I was brought home from the surgery center, Misty was let out from her kennel by the Spousal Equivalent. Instead of walking to the door to out outside, she ran into the bedroom to joyously lick my face. She refused to leave the bedroom all day, even to go on a walk.

Misty's had a good weekend. I was home, and she was out of the kennel, for five days.

And for all of this devotion, all she asks for is walkies, rawhide treats, and love. I think I can do that.

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