I like dogs.
I wish I could say that I love dogs. I wish I were one of those people who doesn’t mind slobber on their pants or dog hair all over their car seats or living in a house that always has a faint—or not so faint—doggy smell to it.
Yes, I wish I could say that I love dogs.
But I just don’t.
(My daughter Alison is very much a dog lover. In fact, I just took a break after writing these first few lines because she came to my door with “Bo”, a beautiful Vizsla that belongs to the carpenter...
Continue reading My Dog Days of Summer