Why do I love dogs? Maybe just because they’re dogs. Because they’re loyal, trustworthy, unwaveringly truthful. Because they always love you, no matter what. I don’t know how I’d have navigated my childhood without the love and companionship of my dogs.
Muffin had pizzazz. She could take charge of a situation better than any dog I’ve ever known, and she was always on her game. Consider, for instance, how she adopted us.
An article in USA Today talks about a 2-pound dog in Nebraska dialing 911 by scratching at her owner’s cell phone. It goes to show that even teacup dogs can sometimes do big things.
I grew up in the country, in a part of Westchester County that hadn’t yet been developed, but I don’t recall much about skunks. I have a hazy recollection of our Standard Poodle getting sprayed, but I wasn’t the one who had to deal with the stink.
He was smart. He was funny. He wanted to move in.