Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master? I have a great dog. She's half lab, half pit bull and good combination. Sure, she might bite off my leg, but she'll bring it back. Dogs are lousy poker players. When they get a good hand they wag their tails.
Friday, June 27, 2008
DogCents
Labels:lilyruths dogcents,
"dogcents,
adoption of dogs,
dog tales,
pets,
poems,
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