Spot was my Llewellin setter. I realize I could have been more creative when choosing a name.
He was really too much dog for me, but I loved him. He died in 2004.
You're so handsome, the best-looking one in town. More importantly, I've never known anyone so loyal! You truly are man's--I mean MY--best friend. Now, now! No neck nuzzling. I have things to do. You're hungry? Okay, just a healthy, crunchy snack for now. I'll grade a few essays while you chow down. Ohhh, OK, I'll share the porch swing with you. A walk? Now? Well, all right. I want you to be happy. We'll just take a brief--Whoa! Not so blooming fast! I want to lead. Let's stay on the sidewalk. May I lead--please? I'm supposed to be walking YOU. Neighbors are pointing and laughing-- except for Miss Daisy. No, not her prize-winning flower bed! Last week, her paper; this week, her flowers. Haven't we tested her Christianity enough? Aw, come on. If she wants fertilizer . . . Here she comes with a big stick! YOU'RE ready to go back now? Great! But first drag me to the clinic. Oh, my rotator cuff! January 18, 2016
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