DOGS MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER

My Lucie

Tammy, Skippy, Inky, Carmel, Cinnamon, Frosty, and Lucie. My dad did not like dogs, but he let us have them.
Dogs make everything better.

I miss having a dog.
Especially Lucie. She helped me through Mom's illness and death.
Dogs make everything better.

I wasn't there for Lucie at the end.
I hope she understood.
Dogs make everything better.

I looked forward to pet therapy each week at the facility because of Harvey.
Recently, when I visited, I saw a Maltese. Happy tears.
Dogs make everything better.

My friend Ellie's dogs Luci and Beau visited me.
Dogs make everything better.

 I did not think I'd see a  dog in this house.

I was wrong. A staff member brought her dog, Buster, for the day.
Dogs make everything better.

Buster. Light brown pointed ears, dark eyes.
Remnants of pink dye. I'm guessing his punk rocker phase.
Dogs make everything better.

Buster stood on his back legs at the side of my chair.
I scratched the top of his head.
Dogs make everything better.

Buster explored my room.
Stared at me while I ate hoping for a crumb.
Dogs make everything better.

I want to thank the dogs that I have loved throughout my life.
Bailey and Abby, I did not forget you.

Thank you, Ebony and Buster.

You made my Saturday better.