A Dog Doesn't Care If You're Rich

Only Then Did I See. Something Was Amiss With Patrick's Snap-on One Piece, Or "onesie" As We Manly Dads Like To Call It. His Chubby Thighs, I Now Realized, Were Squeezed Into The Armholes, Which Were So Tight They Must Have Been Cutting Off His Circulation. The Collared Neck Hung Between His Legs Like An Udder. Up Top, Patrick's Head Stuck Out Through The Unsnapped Crotch, And His Arms Were Lost Somewhere In The Billowing Pant Legs. It Was Quite A Look.

Dogs Are Great. Bad Dogs, If You Can Really Call Them That, Are Perhaps The Greatest Of Them All.

A Person Can Learn A Lot From A Dog, Even A Loopy One Like Ours. Marley Taught Me About Living Each Day With Unbridled Exuberance And Joy, About Seizing The Moment And Following Your Heart. He Taught Me To Appreciate The Simple Things-a Walk In The Woods, A Fresh Snowfall, A Nap In A Shaft Of Winter Sunlight. And As He Grew Old And Achy, He Taught Me About Optimism In The Face Of Adversity. Mostly, He Taught Me About Friendship And Selflessness And, Above All Else, Unwavering Loyalty.

Such Short Little Lives Our Pets Have To Spend With Us, And They Spend Most Of It Waiting For Us To Come Home Each Day. It Is Amazing How Much Love And Laughter They Bring Into Our Lives And Even How Much Closer We Become With Each Other Because Of Them.

In A Dog's Life, Some Plaster Would Fall, Some Cushions Would Open, Some Rugs Would Shred. Like Any Relationship, This One Had Its Costs. They Were Costs We Came To Accept And Balance Against The Joy And Amusement And Protection And Companionship He Gave Us.