Dogs. What to say? My dogs have been sweet and precious. Buster was a little terrier. Shep was a (surprise) German Shepherd who I loved from 2nd grade up to my senior year of college. Many years later ... Hershe was a Scotch Terrier that we got for my little girl. Guess how she got her name? Molly was a pure bred Heinz 57 who thought she was a prissy English Pointer. I got her on Easter Sunday morning 2004 when someone threw her out of a pickup truck. She landed in the front yard of the parsonage. She died in my arms in the Summer of 2021.
Dogs. Again, what to say? If all dogs were like the ones that have been a part of my life, then I'd be inclined to think that there really are dogs in heaven. Sadly, lots of dogs are not like the ones I've loved. Lots of dogs wind up living like characters in a horror story. And, not surprisingly, they act like it.
My heart goes out to this lady who is not maimed in direct consequence of a dog owner who utterly failed the most basic obligation of a dog owner ... to love and care for his dogs. JMHO. Sincerely. bruce.
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