My own goofy angel is "Joe," an 85-lb. rescued mix lap dog that we were so curious about that we had a DNA test done to determine what breeds he is made of. The results were: an Akita, Rhodesian Ridgeback, Beagle, Golden Retriever, Dalmation and... wait for it...Yorkie! He somehow knows when I'm upset, rushes to my side immediately, and gives me a drooly love nip on the face.
Today, I was walking him when a 9-month old puppy grabbed his leash in her mouth and proudly led him around for ten minutes. All the while, he had this "what's happening to me???" look. He's not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but he's an important part of sticking with the AF plan for me -- 85 pounds of therapy!
How's yours?
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