I found myself talking at length to our puppy today. Now, I did not grow up a "dog person"--although currently many of my friends fear I will become a crazy old dog lady when my children are grown.
It may be some gauge of Jim's family's fondness for dogs that all he remembered of family pets in his youth was a dog named "Zero." It took our younger daughter ten years to talk us into adopting our first beagle.
I am reblogging too. My first pup was a beagle mix. ("Part Beagle, part Wandering Stranger," we always said.) Dogs see a part of our soul that no one else can see. I love your words here.
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