Missing my dog

I was talking with a coworker the other day and we got to talking about dogs. He said something along the lines of sometimes when I get home I just need to rub some ears. That hit home. When you get home and your dog is just there for you. The emotional response we get from just rubbing some ears is undeniable.
 
Cheers to all ya dog owners! My old Springer, Z, was my trusty trail companion in Alaska keeping me aware of toothy critters. My newest pup in a Large Munsterlander and I’m enjoying his potential. Keep those kibbles pouring and snacks flowin.
 

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Truth. Who, ever, is happy to see you every day no matter your mood. Hell, I can be in the garage for 30 minutes plus and they happily greet me when I come back in the house.
 
My 80 year old mentor, hunting partner and fellow Griff lover said something to me once when we lost our boy Pomp. He said he always wondered why when God made the dog, man's best friend, did he not make their life span the same as ours. He said I finally figured it out... Than we would only be able to enjoy one during our lifetime.

Three generations with Grandma second from right.

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