Every dog has his day, just not in my house
It’s that time of the year.
No, not that one. It’s the time of the year my loving spouse says, “We need a dog.”
Outside, sleet is pounding the siding. Ice is forming on the steps down to the unfenced yard. The wind is howling louder than the resident coyote.
I am snuggled in a down comforter, stretched out on the sofa, reading.
A fireplace flame is giving off warmth.
“Wouldn’t a dog look perfect at your feet?” he says.
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