Puppy Love, Part II
I’ve been giving the “dogs are sometimes easier to love than kids” thing some more thought and realized: not only do the canine kids not roll their eyes, ask for money, and groan about the dinner menu, they:
Kiss me without making faces.
Let me hug them without groaning.
Happily gobble down leftovers.
Consider a ride to the car pool pick-up line a thrilling adventure.
Look happy to see me, no matter what.
Think I look stunning in my ratty old sweatpants, especially when there’s a biscuit in the pocket.
Okay, they do do that licking of the privates thing I could do without, and one of mine in particular has been known to enjoy a good roll in her own “output.” And yes, they shed, and occasionally leave gifts of dead rodents on the front door step and chew my expensive new stilettos (would it kill them to sink their teeth into my ratty old Keds?) but still, all in all? Some days, it’s no contest.
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In Africa one can find children who:
will happily kiss and hug caring adults
will happily gobble down leftovers
will consider a car ride a luxury
will be grateful their mother is alive
will not judge her by her clothing
