Some people never find the right person. Wonderful, solid relationships elude them due to their own issues, timing, or their choice of partner. Broken hearts travel through life wishing, wondering what it will take to have what everyone else seems to have found.
I’ve spent my life feeling this way about dogs. My past is littered with sad, unfulfilled, canine failures. I wasn’t ready, I picked the wrong breed, bought the dog for the wrong reasons, or just didn’t take the time. I have always admired well behaved, mutually loving relationships between humans and their best friends.
After a slew of bad relationships, I took myself off the market. Told myself the hot tea on a rainy day with my dog curled beside me fantasy was not in my cards. I convinced myself I wasn’t a dog person, or a pet person for that matter.
For a little over a year, I…
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