 Hoovie was feeling great this day. The barking was his way of saying, "You can come in but you must give me an animal cracker." After that sucessful extortion attempt he would roll on the bed just for the sheer joy of it. |
I can not explain the bond that I had with Hoover or how I knew what he needed or how he knew what I needed. We just understood each other. My heart is broken. |
 Oh, they’re just a dog, some people say. Just a dog!Hold on a minute. Have you ever been loved by a dog? Welcomed home by a dog when you haven’t been away that long? Snuggled up to by a dog for no particular reason? Kissed? Gazed at lovingly by those incredible brown eyes? Who else still loves you when you’re in trouble with everyone else who matters? Your dog. That’s who. Let’s look at three hounds for example: The brother and sister act of Hoover and Dolly. With the comically sad, hung-over looking eyes. But behind that a superior spirit and a lively joie de vivre. And nothing but joy to Marlene and Steve who gave them such love back in return.  And Buddy. Just a marvelous little dachshund. Two dogs long and half a dog high. And just as loved and cherished.Gone now, the three of them. But never to be forgotten. These exquisite beings have souls and personalities.They are full of affection, guile and charm.No one can love you with the uncompromising, utterly faithful, unquestioning magnificence of just a dog. Bob Taylor- Buddy's companion |
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