How could we do without them, these furry friends of ours?
I grew up with few toys but always with an abundance of pets.
My sister and I preferred cats to dolls, because like real
children, they behaved in unpredictable ways. They wore
doll clothes without much objection and rode in a doll carriage with every evidence of enjoyment.

There are always the special ones that are closest to your
heart. Rex is one of those, dear to all who are fortunate
enough to know him. He is growing old but his zest for
life and goofy puppiness have not faded.

When he has been good as long as he can stand it, he
digs horrendous holes in the backyard and we forgive him.
When he has to have his monthly shots, take his heart worm
medicine and have his Frontline, he forgives us.

He cannot talk but he communicates well. His pleasure
with children is unbounded. If he hasn't seen the
grand daughters in a while, he cavorts like a puppy at the
sight of them and they are thrilled by his obvious love.

Pets are expensive but they give back so much pleasure.
They are loving, forgiving and they never criticize or
judge us.