I loved my dog. Josh was my baby. He was the smartest, cutest dog on earth. Well at least in my opinion. And the most important thing was he loved me and I loved him. There was nothing that could put a smile on my face after a rough day at work like being greeted by Josh when I came through the door.
Unlike many dogs, Josh was not very destructive. He didn’t eat the dry wall or chomp on my brand new high heels. (That was my dog Sammy) While he would steal stuffed animals off of my daughters bed, he would only sleep on them, he didn’t rip them apart. Well maybe there would be a little hole from his teeth but I am sure he didn’t mean it.
He was such good company. He and I would never argue, we only had discussions. He would discuss with me about having dinner again and I would say only one dinner per night. But he slept next to me and he sat on the couch with me while I read or watched TV. He watched football all day on Sunday with my husband often getting a piece of the game day sub.
Sadly Josh died and while my husband and I have talked about getting another dog, we just can’t seem to replace him. We had other dogs but he was our favorite.
Dancing Dogs is a book of short stories about you guessed it, Dogs. The first story had me in tears. But they all have a feel good theme. So if you are a dog lover, read this book. I think you will be able to relate.