This is my third dog post but the first time in a long time that I am yearning to get a dog. How can you not love a puppy like Max, a beautiful golden retriever?
Whenever, I tell Deb I want a dog, she reminds me that we travel a lot and that I’ll have to be satisfied with Mac. And for the most part, I am. Though Mac rarely treats me like I’m some kind of god like Polly used to. I’m lucky if Mac even wakes up from one of his endless naps when I come home.