We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Thank you Barrister, for the link to that lovely story. Another reminder, as if I needed one, why goldens are my favorite breed of dog. We are on a sad tho resigned death watch for our beloved golden right now. Cancer, after over a dozen years happy, vigorous with no health problems of any kind until now. Probably from the cumulative effect of nasty stuff in Chinese ingredients in his food over the years (we bred chocolate labs when I was growing up and they all lived over 15 years, no cancer, their hearts would just give out one night in their sleep...). I will feed my next dog only home made food from better ingredients (ie: nothing at all from China).
We have resolutely disappointed a greedy and manipulative vet who has tried to foist painful, invasive and dangerous tests and treatments on him, that would not prolong his life. But it is quite miserable watching poor pooch's decline. Only a few days ago he was bounding five miles thru the countryside with me. For three days now, he has been too weak to hold his head up for long, and can't drink properly, etc. Yet he wags his tail and licks me, and nuzzles us tenderly with the last of his strength.
I have some sweet pictures of our kitten curled up with him this week, trying to comfort her beloved sick companion. She thinks of him as a parent, sleeps curled up with him, and is anxiously licking him now, trying to get him to play with her again. She will be as desolate as the rest of us when he dies...
Sorry to be a bore, just wanted to restate the obvious, what a wonderful breed of dog they are! Best example on earth I know of to illustrate God's unconditional love for the undeserving, ie: all of us miserable sinners. Like the cliched bumper sticker that reads "Lord, help me to become the man my dog thinks I am!"