Good Dog
There once was a dog, who was never unhappy. He never sat still, because then he couldn't possibly wag his tail. You could get as angry as you wanted, but he'd just come running back seconds later, as happy as ever. He loved the company of people. If there was anyone in the house, he was sure to be near them. But more than anything else in the world, of all he was so happy about, above all, he loved his boy. His boy took care of him like no one else could. My dog loved me, and my fathers cat loved him, and all of that, but none of them the way that this dog loved his boy.
Eventually, this dog went blind. He got scared sometimes, he didn't always know what was going on. We laughed the first few times he walked in to a wall, or let a treat we tossed to him hit him on the head. Then we figured it out, and we all just loved him more. Because he was still happy. Nothing could stop that happiness. He slowed down some, but only because he couldn't run around as much without his vision. But even in the dark, or in a room full of people, he could still find his boy. And he always did.
Go with God, Banjo. He'll lead the way.
Banjo, 1995-March 6, 2008
Eventually, this dog went blind. He got scared sometimes, he didn't always know what was going on. We laughed the first few times he walked in to a wall, or let a treat we tossed to him hit him on the head. Then we figured it out, and we all just loved him more. Because he was still happy. Nothing could stop that happiness. He slowed down some, but only because he couldn't run around as much without his vision. But even in the dark, or in a room full of people, he could still find his boy. And he always did.
Go with God, Banjo. He'll lead the way.
Banjo, 1995-March 6, 2008