What is that overflowing love that I feel when Caprice comes running to me? That happiness that a little black poodle follows me from room to room? That warmth I feel when I bend to pet and cuddle her? She's totally mine? She forgives all and seems happy with whatever I give her. I love her joyful dance when we ask, "Do you want to go for a walk?" I smile when she takes a mouthful of dog food and carries it over to a pillow to munch on.
I guess I'm just one of those people who lives for the love of a dog (or two), and I can't find anything wrong with that.
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