If you have never returned home to an ecstatic greeting by three adoring children and three equally ecstatic dogs and a happy, loving spouse… I highly recommend it. There is nothing quite like it.
Also, I have four cats who pretend I don’t exist but whom I choose to assume also adore me, or at least are not actively plotting to kill me. At least not currently.
My Oldest, age 13: “I accidentally put the dog’s pajamas on her backwards. For the record, it’s really hard to take off dog pajamas while the dog is trying to kill you.”
Me: “I’m on the dog’s side on this one.”
Oldest: “You never support my hobbies.”
R.I.P. Petey “J Peterman, Pedro, P-Dog”, 1994-2014.
A tearful goodbye to my first real pet and the most affectionate and loyal friend I’ve ever had. Twenty years is a long, happy life for a dog but still too soon.
Such a loss but relieved his suffering has ended, surrounded by his most loved. Who could ask for more?
You will be missed, my friend.
Good dog, Petey. Good dog.
Very Vocal Viking 