Ode to my dogs Buddy and Beau

Some other people’s dogs bite, snarl and snap like turtles on speed. Our young puppy Beau dances, twirls, and bites his tail as if he’s on weed. The other dog, Buddy, is a gentle giant, over a hundred pounds of love. He was sent to us via a dumping, from angels who live well above. It is no accident that God and Dog have the same three letters. Beau, our deranged puppy is one of those romantic go-getters. Being a retriever, he fetches everything – leaves, sticks, or a ball. We are such dog people, we have four dog beds lying in our hall. They might want to drink water, so we have six gray water bowls. Buddy sits calmly while Beau digs enormous muddy burying holes. They have personalities that keep us excited, they fill us with joy. They want to eat our slippers and remotes, ignoring every dog toy.