Sometime I have to post about my dog again. I need to tell you about Indie’s tennis ball relocation service, for one thing.
But the other day I dug out an old photo album and scanned some pictures of my first dog — the dog we had when I was a kid.
Yes, I was a kid once!
And here’s a favourite photo of Pat, taken just a couple of weeks before he died. I always thought it was as if he stopped to say, “Goodbye”.
It brings me a lot of pleasure, owning a dog. And it brings the dog a lot of pleasure, owning me.