We love you. We really do. We love you in spite of yourself. We love you even though you don’t have much to recommend you in the neurons department.
We love you when you can’t manage sit, stay, down, don’t jump up. We
laugh hysterically love you when you run head first into the door and then yelp like the door deliberately kicked you.
We love you because you are sweet and kind and very loving. We don’t love you because you are smart.
I have discovered this week, you do have a special talent. It’s a good one. It’s a great one.
When I have you at the off leash park and you need to poop, you are great about going right near the garbage can, so I don’t have to carry a bag for miles.
And I know it isn’t much, but it is something and it’s a good something.