My Parker.
I was watching Dog 101 last night.
The show showcases three of four dogs on every show.
I would love to have a Great Dane one day, and maybe a
Neapolitan Mastiff,
or even a Komondor.
But then I turned and looked at Parker, he is a 4 year old
Lhasapoo.
One of those hybrid type designer pooches…
half Lhaso and half poodle.
The best thing about my little feller is that he doesn’t care that
I am not rich,
Or that I am not a great cook.
How old I am or what type of health I am in for that matter.
He has never questioned my intelligence.
I don't really think he cares.
He enjoys my singing, although at times I think he enjoys my stories more,
and not very good jokes.
He thinks of me as being a great athlete especially on our slow
walks around the neighborhood.
Yes to my Parker, I am the greatest,
the smartest, nicest human being
who was ever born.
He repays me each day by waiting patiently on a couch adjacent to
the main living room window when I arrive home.
After all I am his best friend and his protector.
Enjoy the día and please bring yours a treat tonight.