OK so I love this dog! This dog is not my dog. He belongs to a client of mine therefore I see him twice a month. And when I see him he cries and shakes like I am someone he once knew deeply and has missed dreadfully. Maybe its just the cheap milkbone biscuits I bring him, but I dont think so. It's over the top. Look into those eyes and tell me this isnt a very special animal. Actually I bring him extra treats, brush him when my time allows, throw his tennis ball as far as I can considering I really have what they call a "girl throw." I love this dog! I wish I could babysit him sometime, but I have a little do da day 6 pounder that Grendel just might step on accidentally. And a cat that could end up a big fur ball, or vice versa! I am just happy to see him a couple times a month. As for the title of this blogpost... Major was a good friend of mine back in the 70's....I miss him and his unconditional love and Grendel fills that "dead," sad, memorable, good space for me.
