But I loved him til the day he died, and I never would have traded him for any other yellow lab in the universe. My Sandy was my Sandy, issues and all.

True love, indeed.

Peace, Rev Bee who is interviewing breeders for her own future puppy!

They rolled on the ground laughing and crying until the dogs all got scared and ran away.

I’m so excited! And a dachsund! They’re incorrigible– but fantastic.

Me, I’m solely a cat person, though I appreciate other people’s dogs. After we had to put our orange Hobbes down, right before moving, the old and new houses just didn’t feel right until we adopted our stripey girls, Scout and Scarlett. Not having a cat is like not having a left hand.

Dogs can have baggage, though; I think you’re wrong about that. My sweet (and spunky) Milo certainly came with some. But they’re willing to put it down once they’ve learned to trust you enough, and don’t take perverse pride in it as people often do. Doggies are pure goodness.

Good for SisterBang for being able to open her heart again so soon.

I never fully understood this until I adopted a beagle from the local rescue society last September. In a few short weeks I was acutely aware when Nicholas was not around — and I missed him.

This morning, after arriving home from the airport, I quickly heated up the house and called my friend who would bring him back home. I waited as impatiently as a small child (I am in my early 50’s). We went on a walk, and played, and now we’re going to nap.

I am now cover in dog hair.

Joy!