Bad Dogs and the People Who Love Them

Or another name is the "Secret Brotherhood of Dysfunctional Dog Owners." Yes, I've belonged to the brotherhood and sorely miss it. I've just finished reading a book that had me laughing, crying, reminiscing with the author, and missing the all intrusiveness of having dogs in my life. Max and Mojo, you are both sorely missed and still bring me to tears. Grogan sums it up precisely when he says, "We could have bought a small yacht with what we spent on our dog and all the things he destroyed. Then again, how many yachts wait by the door all day for your return?" Marley could have been related to our dogs...at least in behavior, love, loyalty, empathy, friendship, and reckless abandonment of refinement. To recount some of the things destroyed and memories made...walls, carpet, books, shoes, clothing, headsets, screens, seatbelts, ETC! gone in a flash. Mojo running smack into a cholla cactus, both dogs eating poison and puking their guts out after having charcoal. Golf ball hunting on base. Stolen pizza. Wait, anything edible or unedible...down the hatch. I better stop with the destruction because it wasn't all bad obviously or I wouldn't be going down memory lane on New Year's Eve. I miss the love they gave so unconditionally. We went through some of the toughest things life can throw at a person, with a faithful dog on each side, eyes glued to our every movement, pressed against our side when crying, laying with head on our laps...quiet for the moment. Then sensing our excitement over the slightest thing and jumping and clawing and yapping at us. Go time! And of course, taking up the king sized bed. Ahhhh. Those were the days. I miss them dearly. Life without a canine friend is lonely indeed. Or kind of like blah oatmeal. Max, AKA Chub Chubs & Mojo, AKA Mojinator. I'll never forget you....there...self indulgent walk down canine memory lane abated. Now I need some Kleenex...