Day 385 - A Groomed Puppy

He's not exactly a puppy. He's a three year old Golden Retriever. But he thinks he's still a puppy. Without the sweet puppy breath and the ease of bathing a puppy in the bathtub. So I take him to a groomer a few times a year. Especially when the weather is cold. And when he comes back he's so soft and sweet and kissable. I don't mind cuddling him when he's been to the groomer. Today was no exception. A little grooming joy and my puppy is fresh and clean!

Day 11 - Dogs

I'm a dog person. I like cats. I just prefer dogs. I've had dogs most of my life. But the best dogs I've ever had have been Golden Retrievers. One dog in particular, Max, was my best friend. I got him when I was about 13 years old. He was with me through high school, through college and then when I moved after college he followed me to my new home. He died at age 13 and making the decision to help him be at peace was the most difficult decision I've ever made. I loved him so much but I couldn't bear to see him suffer any longer. All you have to do with a dog is feed him, give him a place to play and love him. That's it. No other expectations and you receive so much in return. Dogs bring joy to my life.