My doggies do have jobs! They warm my lap. They clean the crumbs from the kitchen floor. They keep me company when I feed the chickens and work the garden. They make me feel safe when I am home alone at night. They are my therapists and know if I am feeling blue and give me sweet affection and stay by my side. They make me laugh every single day. They inspire me to take long walks in the woods. They keep me busy and out of trouble by giving me plenty of messes to clean up. (Yes, shredded paper is on the list of messes!) They let me know if company is coming--human, roaming dogs and teenagers! They adore me, and it is so nice to be adored. I am not even sure if my husband of 25 years and 8 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days adores me. I think he barely tolerates me and my obsession with dogs!!
Thanks, Mister Author, for making me laugh this AM!!
***Edited By: razz on 1/30/2009 11:19:07 AM*** Reason: addition!
Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read!! Groucho Marx