We love
our Annie, one of the world’s best dogs.
She never
gets on the furniture. She never begs at the table and never has stolen a
morsel of food. She never has an accident. She sleeps beside our bed and would
fight to defend us. When we leave the house she rushes out ahead of us to warn
off any would-be attackers. She will tolerate anything the children do to her.
Dennis
wishes Annie would play Frisbee, but she thinks it a silly game. She will
return it once, but if you throw the Frisbee away again, that’s your problem.
I would
change only one thing about Annie if I could. She is a fur manufacturing plant
and sheds copiously. Now that Kazak is gone, Annie lives in the house. Every
day I brush her with the Furminator Oz and Marianne gave me for my birthday.
Every day the pile of fur is large.
Still,
little drifts of Annie’s hair pile up under tables, beside the bed and along
the hallway.
Oh, Annie,
that’s all right. I'm not really complaining. Nobody is perfect.
Copyright
2012 by Shirley Domer
4 comments:
If it's not one thing, it's another! Right?
Love these photos, even the pile of hair!
Love you!
Yes, there's always a fly in the ointment.
Love you, too!
Annie got very sick last evening. We're worried, Two vets agree she has an inner ear infection, but her laft fron leg is painful and she has difficulty walking. She is so dear to us and it breaks our hearts to see her suffer. We're doing everything we can think of to help her: antibiotics, aspirin, ear drops, chicken and chicken broth And lots of stroking.
Oh dear ~ I hope that Annie fells better soon. I love that photo of the kids with Annie. So sweet.
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