In these difficult times, remember:

Dogs may get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no dogs.

I think that was said a little differently the first time I heard it -- and I wouldn't kick a job out of the house just for having dirty paws -- but these critters do help keep things in perspective. There are three, not two, things that money can't buy: true love, homegrown tomatoes, and a poke in the eye with a cold wet loving nose.

And may all of us human critters get through these troubles with good grace.

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Permalink Reply by Julie on February 17, 2009 at 7:15pm

Amen to that!

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Permalink Reply by Sam Tsang on February 17, 2009 at 8:23pm

words of wisdom :)

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Permalink Reply by Patti on February 17, 2009 at 8:57pm

Thanks, John - what a great perspective. You may remember that Kai has been attacked again, and his lesson is not to be bitter or vengeful, but to get back to the important things - PLAY! So if I might add to that, don't forget to play.

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Permalink Reply by Geri & Sidney on February 17, 2009 at 9:52pm

Wonderfully said, John.

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Permalink Reply by Wendt Worth Corgi's on February 18, 2009 at 12:39am

Cheers! *clangging glass* Well said.

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Permalink Reply by Ross on February 20, 2009 at 3:42pm

Well said.
I can't fathom how anyone could give up a pet because they think they can't afford it anymore.

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Permalink Reply by Rockstar on February 20, 2009 at 10:09pm

Agreed. Well said.

I can say the best thing I've had happen in a year is my new dog. Within the last year, I've been divorced, moved between states 4 times (at least 700 miles per), forced to quit an amazing job to work retail, met an amazing man who's now deployed to Iraq with an ever-extending tour, watched my little brother join the Army, and managed to meet so many wonderful people along the way.

Then I was gifted a dog. I love my dog. He's just getting excited when I come through the door, and insists on sleeping at my feet, following me, and sitting down by me for some petting every half hour or so. When I throw things, he brings them to me, and when I get tired he bites my feet. When I don't look, sure he eats cat poo, but what would I do without crunchy kisses on my hand? This next year seems to be quite promising looking at his little fluffy butt. Everything he knows about manners depends on me, and I get to be the one so proud when he's a nice friendly dog wagging his "tail" when we meet new people.

I love my dog even though I'm flat broke.