A dog is a man's best friend. From the early days on man and dog were inseparable. They go back as far as the Garden of Eden. The story behind the fall from Eden is a bit different than the bible claims though. Why they actually got kicked out I don’t know. But the story behind the fig leave I do know. Ever dared to wiggle your tale in front of a dog fully nude? Right! Me neither. Imagine Adam running through the fields chasing a dear with Pluto constantly at his side clutching at his Long John. Not to mention Adam going through scrub country thorns and all. It was then and there that Adam decided to wear a fig leave.
I always thought I was a dog person. As a child I could name all the breeds. I harassed my parents throughout childhood for a dog. We came to an agreement. Every day that I would not suck my thumbs I would receive a quarter. A couple of days later I bought my first dog. How strange, not of a breed I knew? And of course, after closing the deal I kept on thumbing for a few years more.
Owning a dog made me realize that I like dogs, as long as they’re from somebody else. I cannot stand a begging, drooling dog that not listens. A friend of mine had the solution to that last problem; he said: “Jansen, if I tell Brutus to lie down in his corner, he either lies right next to it or just walks away. I now tell him: Brutus, in your corner or not!”
Attached painting: No Es Un Perro