Is it NOT incredible that The Dog & I have re-incarnated in the very same Time-Space Continuum? To think, we both could still be churning around in some meta-physical goo had it NOT been for Good Ol' Mother Luck to bring us together.
However... what Lesson am I to garner from a highly spoiled & vociferously obnoxious 55 lb. Weimaraner who bosses me about the house over a feast of a piece of bread?
And... in turn, what is The Dog's Lesson to be learned from an overweight American ex-pat master who tends to over-do the white wine from time-to-time falling into a mushy, soppy even, sort of sentimentality, which expresses itself by sudden attacks upon The Dog of hugging, kissing & talking to him in a ridiculously infantile voice normally avoided by any adult with their head screwed on properly? Gads.
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