If you’ve followed this blog for any length of time then you know that I am an animal lover. As far back as I can remember I’ve always had pets, mainly dogs, but always a pet. There have been gerbils, hamsters, rabbits, fish, cats and dogs. (My mom drew the line at reptiles and so do I.)
Anyway, there have been dogs. Lots and lots of dogs. None sweeter though then my Ethel. She is a rescue dog. My oldest begged and begged to bring her home and, despite our better judgement, we allowed it. Happily, we have never regretted that decision. This dog has totally woven her way into the very fabric of our lives. So much so that, as she ages, I wonder how we will cope with the huge hole that she will leave. But, for now, she is here, with us. And those soulful eyes of her suck me in every time she gives me this look. The look that says “I trust you. I love you. Please, just let me lay here and guard you. And don’t take my picture anymore-I hate the camera.”
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