Sweet little Baxter

It was 68 degrees at 7 a.m. so I've already had two walks in the air that won't get cooler. This may be the day we turn on the AC.  I stopped to talk to and pet a sweet neighbor dog that is dying, but still cheerful, also out for a short walk. We've known him since puppy hood and we remember the day they brought the little fluff ball home almost 13 years ago.  We will miss him. My husband was the dog walker for their football game days, so we've gotten to know him. He's had a great life--well loved, well traveled, and a faithful guard who barked at us when we came to "his" house.

Some people say their pet is "just like family."  Not me. But we can love them anyway--we can even love the neighbor's.  http://collectingmythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/2435-on-loving-our-pets-youre-going-to.html