He’s not any ordinary dog.
He once ate an answering machine.
Just polished it off.
He didn’t even chew it.
He ate it.
And then digested it.
And then went back and had the phone for dessert.
Another time, my son had colic
and this guy sat up all night,
didn’t move just stayed right there for nine hours
just keeping an eye on Conor.
A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes.
A water log stick will do just fine.
A dog doesn’t care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb.
Give him your heart and he’ll give you his.
How many people can you say that about?
How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special?
How many people can make you feel extraordinary?