Last year we couldn't go outside and hunt Easter eggs. She couldn't even touch the grass. Our two little dogs had to go, because they might bring in bacteria or mold.

They all knew this, but this didn't stop them from good-naturedly crowding around the front door every time it opened, every single time, despite the fact that they were never -EVER- let into the house. I loved this particularly fine thing about dogs: Despite a lifetime of denied entrance, hope never died in their hearts.

There are stray dogs running around that are very vicious. I'm very upset and I'm hopping there is somebody out there who can help me.

Everything I know, I learned from dogs.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

We never did it ourselves. I'd think about it but I wouldn't do it. But it's the simplest thing to save somebody's life.