Four years ago, we got a puppy. We’d been without a dog for a year and a half for the first time in our marriage and it was no secret that I didn’t want a new one. But my husband prevailed and we got what from all indications would be a 25 pound, calm edition to our family. But Morgan surprised us by becoming a spaz at twice that size. And she’s stupid. I mean, do you know any dogs who forget to EAT?
But in the evening, when I’m done working and sit down on the couch, she snuggles up beside me, rests her head on my leg and is completely content with life. She’s so loving, it’s hard not to respond in kind, and why would I try?