Many years ago I had the most loving dog ever. My dog Milo. He would sing to me. I could carry him around like a baby and hold him close. When he passed away, I grieved mightily. I still miss him.
Lately, I have been seeing pekingese everwhere. My heart swells everytime I see one. I often have to stop the dog owner to talk to them about their darling dog.
This past week, Wasabi a pekingese, won best in show. What a most awesome name. I looked at this winner and dreamed again of having another pekingese. Although, no other could take Milo’s place. Maybe it’s time, though.