May I be hit by lightening if I ever fail to fully appreciate and acknowledge the fine characters of my two grown dogs, Angus and Martha.
It’s easy to sometimes overlook their forbearance and utter acceptance of the wave of changes that a new puppy brings to the sea of our lives together.
Gus, once the incorrigible seat belt eating, front seat hog, ball hoarder has grown into this devoted, well mannered dog of dogs. More, he has become the instant babysitter for a mouthy and fearless terrier pup. I hope some of the characteristics Gus and Martha share that endear them to me so much will rub off on Willow.
If there is something beyond love, that is what I feel for them.