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My Dog

My DogThis is my dog.

I have always thought of myself as more of a cat person — a free spirit in the cat-box of life. I never had a dog. Having a dog was like a real commitment and I’m not a world class commitment kind of guy. To say I’ve struggled would be like Custer saying he found a few Indians.

A cat can take care of himself and when he/she needs food or water, he/she will let you know and that’s the extent of the relationship. Now if they could only clean their own cat-box.

The fact that I have a dog who thinks I am his owner is somewhat of a novelty. What did I do that gave him the idea I was his owner. I dunno but he is obviously confused.

The dog is very smart. He has good taste in owners.