Why I Love My Dog

She accepts a Sunday of torture as just part of the deal. We skipped our usual Sunday morning pancake routine--I felt like having fruit instead, seeing as it's now actually summer here. So, no yummy Bisquik treat for her today. And that's just for starters. Next, I trimmed her nails. Bye-bye tap shoes. Then, I gave her a bath. Hello soap. Then, I gave her a wicked good brushing with the evil wire brush. Ouch. Lastly, I neglected to take her to the dog park tonight. Mean Mommie. And where is she now? Sitting at my feet, her chin on my leg, tail stump wagging. Waiting patiently for a bedtime cuddle. Now that's devotion (and a bit of stupidity).