Rain, rain, rain

It’s raining dogs and dogs here. All weekend it is supposed to rain. Let me tell you something. I love the rain. When it rains, the ground is nice and soft. The grass feels wonderful under my feet.

I know that my daddies don’t like it when it rains since they have to clean me up afterwards. But for me it’s an enjoyable experience.  Another good thing is that I am shedding my winter coat. The raindrops just slide right off of me.  How wonderful is that.

Manju

A loving post to my Masters and all dog lovers.

Read this and watch the Hachiko movies, it’ll make you understand.

1. My life is likely to last ten to fifteen years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me—it is crucial to my wellbeing.

4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.

5. You have your work, your entertainment, and your friends. I only have you.

6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understand your words, I understand your voice.

7. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget.

8. Remember before you hit me that I have sharp teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.

9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting too old and weak.

10. Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old. Accompany me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there—even my death.

Remember that I love you.