No one has ever adored me as completely as my dog does.
When I got a dog, I promised myself that I would not make a fool of myself by talking baby talk to the dog. But I was wrong.
My house is dog-broken.
Golden Retreivers live to be about fourteen. Having a child makes you understand
that someday the world will be without you. Having a dog makes you understand that both
you and the dog will someday die. At thirty-six, I can expect to have Smith around until
I am fifty. As a dog serial-monogamist, I am probably only good for about two dogs in my life
