Gone to the dogs
I took our dog to the dog wash today, a place where master and canine get soaking wet. My 95-pound German Shepherd, Bella, protested wildly through the whole watery struggle. She is 8-years-old and was abandoned in the woods. We met her at the animal shelter and fell instantly in love. Dogs do not share our decades-long lifespan and yet they are remarkable companions - staying near through illness, alerting us to danger. Today, I allow her to jump up on our bed so she, too, can enjoy a day of rest.