I am a dog man, and have been since I was a toddler. My first dog, Skippy a cocker spaniel, died when I was 2 when my father accidentally ran over her. My second dog, Honey Bun a toy fox terrier (like a Jack Russell but smaller) kept me company from the age of 2 until her death when I was 19. I think dogs are one of the greatest of God’s creations. So why is it people say, you are in the dog house now, or treated like a dog, or a dog’s life – and mean it in a bad way? These critters run around, play, go for walks, eat, get belly rubs, get ear rubs, get treats, chase around critters… I don’t know, their life seems kind of fun. If I was all furry and cute maybe my wife would rub my ears and belly all the time and give me treats. Instead, if I ask her to give me a neck massage she rolls her eyes back and groans. Our dogs just climb up on her and look cute and voila – full body massage! Here are some pics of those dogs with the hard lives…
Michael Bradley - Time Traveler 