Every Dog Should Own A Person


I don’t know when I first realized that I was not in charge.  It wasn’t long after we brought home the first puppy.  She was so cute, so helpless.  As any proud new parents would do, we fawned over her.   The first few nights when she would wake up in her box and start to whimper, one of us would go pick her up until she went back to sleep.  And during the day, we followed her around, picking up the messes (opps, I mean mistakes. She was to cute for messes) that she made.  Of course, we would scold her,  right before we told her what a good girl she was.  Did I mention she was cute?   If she even looked hungry, a bowl would be provided.  Over time, it contained different types and flavors or dog food (ok, ok, and table scraps) while we narrowed down…

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I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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