The sun is shining brightly up on Telegraph hill beaming down rays of love as the puppies run all about. Oh, How I long for the days I spent hugging my old dog. I ponder a future with a possible new puppy that will just be unbridled joy, warmth and company. Puppies don’t judge they just hang their head in your lap and provide a steady gaze of hope. There are those that argue that love is not a real emotion. Undoubtedly, they never had a dog lick their face and hand. Nothing sweeter, although slightly wet. Go ahead and give a dog a hug today.
Doggie love dreaming
Apples, moccasins and fetch
Goosebumps a flutter
Categories: Psychology
psychologistmimi 
I still miss all my dogs (rest their souls.) Since I live alone now, I long for retirement so I can get a dog once again. Their love is boundless.
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Indeed! I dont think we ever get over the loss of our dogs. Which just goes to show how tbey are part of us, our being, and families.
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