I guess I've been wrong about nearly everything in my life more than once. Seems like I've always been too quick to judge and dismiss most things as I've gone along this journey of life. Take for example dogs.
Growing up, I thought that the only kind of dog worth having was some sort of mid-size retriever like variation or a husky. I would have bet my life that I would never have been caught dead with a... a...French Poodle. Damn good thing no one took the bet because I wound up with one and she turned out to have been one of the loves of my life.
Her Name is Cocoa, she turned 9 this month, speaks at least 2 languages fluently(not including "dog", she speaks Thai and English),smarter than a number of lawyers I know, easier to travel with than most other females I've known-but every bit as sensitive and demanding, and always up for a flip on her back and a spread of her legs for a good belly rub...from just about anyone,come to think of it.
Guess she kinda takes after her Dad on that one.
Here's to you, my little birthday girl/bitch.
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