Pets...they come into our lives, take over, you love them like crazy, give them human attributes and cry like a motherless child when they leave...K.T. was a small boned Dalmatian, so small that people thought she was a puppy at age eight. But she had the heart of a bull mastiff....she tolerated me, it was okay for me to feed her, wash her, comb her but her love was all for my hubby.
Anyway, the question I would ask K.T. would be:
"How do you know to exactly sit at the door and wag your tail for Joe when he barely has turned onto our street...? You can't see him or hear him?? Tell me how you do it? Huh, Huh....please
I think her answer would be that she could just "feel" that the time was right and she had waited dam long enough for the love of her life to walk through that door!
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