This pedigreed doggie's name is Rosie and cost her owner more than my college education. We dog-sit her occasionally, and the girls instantly named her Derpina.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your interest, practice obedience.
Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do.
Wag more, Bark Less.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Eat with gusto, stop when you've had enough.
Delight in the simple joy of taking a walk.
On warm days, stop and lie on your back in the grass.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout...run right back and make friends.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
Our dogs have been
Border Collie Babe who remained permanently crazy after an overseas move.
Minature Pincher Osama who was already sick when we got him, and begged to be held.
The People Whisperer Penny, who absorbed our badness.
The puppy we found trying to cross a busy street. When Michael (age 2) named her Chloe, we kept her, and she took care of me the years Kris was gone.
Stretch, who we rescued in the last days allowed in the shelter, and was the definition of "the noble dog."
And La Cachaca and La Rolita, whose names were reduced to Chica and Roli. They made our lives richer and fuller,
and needed to take naps with their people.
