So for the time being we have two dogs in our house. They are both "mixed breeds" -- a term we prefer over "mutt." There's B's dog, who's always with us:
|She knows how to relax|
And my daughter's dog, who's with us until sometime in June:
|And she's ready for anything|
I'm sure you've all heard the Groucho Marx quote about dogs: "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read."
A lot of wisdom has been inspired by dogs:
Golda Meir observed, "The dog that trots about finds the bone."
Mark Twain wrote, "It's not the size of the dog in the fight; it's the size of the fight in the dog."
Ann Landers warned, "Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful."
Abraham Lincoln pondered, "If you call a tail a leg how many legs has a dog? Five? No. Calling a tail a leg don't make it a leg."
And Will Rogers admitted, "I love a dog. He does nothing for political reasons."
As for daughters, well, it was Garrison Keillor who said, "The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage ... when she says, 'Daddy I need to ask you something,' he is a pat of butter in a frying pan."