It’s that time of the morning where my bride and I sip delicious, freshly ground coffee and retire to our separate corners to review the news. She goes into the office and uses our son’s PC, I sit here at the former kitchen table that serves as my desk and look for right wing nut jobs to insult on Twitter — that is, after I’ve checked the news that has transpired from the evening before.
It’s a quiet, peaceful time. Usually there’s a black border collie (Raven) curled at my feet. Today she’s crashed out on the couch. Our little blond German Shepherd (Shiloh) is laying on the office floor keeping Gail company.
Don’t be fooled for a moment. These dogs SAY they love us. But we know that we exist only for the pleasure and comfort we can provide them. Continue reading