Exactly seven months ago I lost my beloved fur-bearing human, Bob, a Rottie-Lab of mysterious origins who showed up under my truck in his puppyhood, a very long time ago.
From the time he first bared his teeth -- I later learned he was smiling -- he had me. He kept me wrapped around his little dewclaws for fourteen years. That's him, in the photo above, looking pensive and deep -- he was both.
The only way I’m even composed enough to type those words is because I have a new being to love again. Not a replacement love, a new one. After some time and some healing I realized I really needed that dog affection in my life again. I needed to receive it and to give it back.
I heard somewhere that there is a good reason that “Dog” is “G-o-d” spelled backwards – that a dog is a human’s glimpse of the Almighty’s tremendous affection and devotion.
Whatever your personal beliefs and ideologies – I wish you a day filled with great affection – doglike or otherwise. I cannot wait to introduce y’all to Rex.