Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Sometimes I look at dogs, and I just wonder how it all works that they seem to enjoy us, and we obviously get a great deal of joy out of them.
We spent the Fourth of July at home, mostly, with Doc tied out front while we gardened and washed cars.
I kept looking at him and thinking how odd it was that a creature would sit, tied by the neck, and just be content to be with us.
But he was. Knowing him, moreso than if he were to be left to roam the world on his own. Dogs. So strange, but I love them.