I would accidentally step on my dog or hurt him in some way– but he would continue to love me. Lick my face each morning and provide me with warm “cookies” daily–as a gift of his love. Oh yeah, I understand “Dawg-Language.”
Fluffy does not bark obnoxiously. (Like my neighbor’s dog at 1 am). He picks up his leash and bring it over to me when he wants to walk. He can play dead to get Beggin’ Strips. He warms me up by sleeping by my side. Fluffy is The king, man.
In return, I try to include him in my life too.
Tomorrow, I will post another great place to take doggies to. It is in Downtown Brea. Sweet and cozy, friendly dogs walking around.. and for their masters, a Jazz festival to enjoy.