I told myself last Friday that if my hair came out good I'd put on…
Of course, if C is for Cat then D must be for Dog. A dog named Dixie.
Let me say right up front that I am not a dog person. I never had a dog growing up (well, except for the brief and ill-fated attempt we had with an Irish Setter puppy in the winter of 1971 when I was 6) and I am very much a cat person. Dale, however, is a dog person and therefore we have a cat for me and a dog for him.
Truly, Dixie is a very sweet dog. She’s loyal and friendly. She jumps like a kangaroo when she’s excited to see you – and honestly, she’s excited to see you if you’ve been gone 5 days or 5 minutes. She’s a shameless food begger and has wonderfully expressive eyes. And those eyes clearly work to her advantage when she’s begging for food. She’s good company and loves to take us for a walk. She captured my heart when she was a puppy and she’s never let it go.
Maybe I am a bit of a dog person after all.