If You Still Think You're A Young

Only Then Did I See. Something Was Amiss With Patrick's Snap-on One Piece, Or "onesie" As We Manly Dads Like To Call It. His Chubby Thighs, I Now Realized, Were Squeezed Into The Armholes, Which Were So Tight They Must Have Been Cutting Off His Circulation. The Collared Neck Hung Between His Legs Like An Udder. Up Top, Patrick's Head Stuck Out Through The Unsnapped Crotch, And His Arms Were Lost Somewhere In The Billowing Pant Legs. It Was Quite A Look.

It's Just The Most Amazing Thing To Love A Dog, Isn't It? It Makes Our Relationships With People Seem As Boring As A Bowl Of Oatmeal.

There's No Such Thing As A Bad Dog, Just A Bad Owner.

A Person Can Learn A Lot From A Dog, Even A Loopy One Like Ours. Marley Taught Me About Living Each Day With Unbridled Exuberance And Joy, About Seizing The Moment And Following Your Heart. He Taught Me To Appreciate The Simple Things-a Walk In The Woods, A Fresh Snowfall, A Nap In A Shaft Of Winter Sunlight. And As He Grew Old And Achy, He Taught Me About Optimism In The Face Of Adversity. Mostly, He Taught Me About Friendship And Selflessness And, Above All Else, Unwavering Loyalty.

Such Short Little Lives Our Pets Have To Spend With Us, And They Spend Most Of It Waiting For Us To Come Home Each Day.