They say that a dog is man's best friend. Eva is my dog. I begged to get her and hunted all over San Diego for her. I walk her daily, feed her, clean her ears when they're infected, pick up her poop. I give her treats, and talk to her pretty much all day long. I let her lick the tuna cans and sit on the couch. Does she get crazy excited when I get home? Does she follow me around the house or want to sit next to me while we're watching tv? Does she whine at the front door for half an hour after I leave?
No.
No, these demonstrations of affection she saves for one person. Philip. The man who points out to everyone that she's not his dog, who gets mad when she pulls on her leash, and who never lets her lick the tuna cans.
Best friend? I don't think so!
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nick instructed me to give molly five hugs daily while he was gone... i haven't been doing it!
ReplyDeletehe doesn't let her lick the tuna cans?? ;)
I love Eva!! Kiss her for me.
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well it is called a MAN'S best friend... :P
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