how it was with my dog Henry…

A young boy named Bucky stood beside a cardboard box in front of the Piggly Wiggly grocery store way back in ’76, and gave me my choice of which six week old Weimaraner puppy I wanted free. That was the day I fell for Henry who fell deeply in love with my shoelaces. It was kismet! I taught him to sit and lie down. He was honestly perplexed as these were things he was already doing, but Henry went along for the ride as love is a mysterious thing especially when fresh pieces of cooked bacon are involved. Someone wisely told me once, “Loving a dog will break your heart every time.” Actually, I believe it was Henry who said that. If he had ever asked for the moon, how I would have stolen it!

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