May 14, 2013
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For you pet lovers and gushy hearts
Since my child is grown and semi-flown the coop, the one who greets me after a long, long, long day at work is my dog, Pocky. Long suffering pooper, he saves half his food for the evening so he can eat dinner with me. No joke. Last week, after a very long night where I got home from work around 11:30pm and went straight to bed, I heard this loud clanging sound. It was Pocky bringing his food bowl up the stairs so he could eat in the bedroom near me. He’s only 14 pounds so this was a big task for him. Right now, he’s laying next to my leg where I have my ice pack for my hip. Good dog.
