Dog Days
There is a reason people love dogs--they provide unconditional love and support. Doesn't matter if you're fat, stupid and ugly because your four-legged friend is at home waiting to greet you with love. If I could, I would have more than one, but I don't have a yard or the kind of money needed with that responsibility. So I continue to dog sit and consider others' dogs as my own in a way. Look, no one loves a great dog more than me. I've been taking care of a friend's lab, Moe, and he's the greatest. He literally understands everything I say, and doesn't even need to be walked with a leash. He's friendly but tame, a winning combination. But the other day while I was walking him and his cousin, Gabby, a neighbor recognized us and went (pardon my French) apeshit. She had her hands full of bags but put them all down to "say hello" to Moe. She kept trying to get him to stop sniffing around and let her pet him. Gabby, meanwhile, ...