I admire my dog.

That’s right. I said it. The way he gallavants around the house with an air of determination, a purpose if you will. And it always seems like he knows where he’s going too. Maybe he’s headed over to the kitchen to find some tossed-aside scrap. Maybe he’s on the path to go and smell the bathmat in the bathroom. But the point is, it doesn’t really matter what he’s going to go do. It’s the confidence that he goes about doing it no matter how mundane the destination may be. That’s what I admire, his ability to never once say, “Man, what the hell was I going to do in here?” or “Jeeze, I thought I left my Kong here!” Nope. No, sir. He came to smell something in the carpet or to try and eat something that he shouldn’t. And I admire that.
timmervos said,
March 21, 2008 at 4:45 pm
You must’ve posted this before he wrecked your speaker/child.