It's a bad sign when I'm on a date and I miss my dog. If I look forward to drooly, droopy jowls rather than Mr. Comb-over's kiss, it's time to call a cab. Don't get me wrong; I love men. It's just that in a lot of cases, I love my dog more.
This wasn't always the situation. I was a confirmed cat person for years. However, heading for divorce and in need of some serious extra credit to get into Catholic Heaven, I promised my sons they could have a dog. After researching breeds with the shortest life span, 6-8 years max. -- I had no inte...
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