Jamie is in Salt Lake City for the week, so my dinner companion was my latest book that I was close to finishing, A Dog for All Seasons. I know, I know, I write (and talk) incessantly about dogs and my dog in particular. But the reason why is that I can't quite believe that my life was dogless for so long, and I am making up for it now by falling head over heels for Olive. And reading a great deal of dog literature. I was eating broccoli and bawling. Sobbing in fact, because of course I had gotten to the end of the book, which also meant the end of Duncan's doggie life. And it didn't help that Duncan was a border collie, and that the author had loved him like a friend, child, teacher, and student.
"And dogs show us how to live big. They do everything with gusto, whether it's drinking from the toilet to heading down the driveway for a walk they've taken a thousand times before. Every day is new, every activity is the best. In their company, we're lifted out of our human concerns and remember what it's like to be excited. But here's what strikes me as most important. And it's not about what they give us, but about something we give ourselves. We get to love a dog full out....we get to give our full heart." Patti Sherlock
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