You know how people sometimes fill in the blanks for you, or finish your sentence? I especially love those who read what I mean to say instead of what I type. Try as I might, I often end up with little typo's in my blogs. That is because my brain is so much faster than my fingers. Or, because my brain reads one way and my eyes another. Or, because I'm weary and can't see straight. Or, perhaps a certain dog is nudging me to go outside!
Makes me wonder if dogs ever compensate that way. Other than if you aren't gonna clean your bowl I'll gladly help. Mr. Hanky is a trooper that way. He doesn't just eat, he consumes like a Hoover on steroids.
Basically, the dogs are so accepting they think I specifically put the typo's in there. They think I'm good even when I struggle to be good. They think I'm a goddess when I'm so less than Godly. Add all this to the things I love about dogs.
When you get down to it - life has typo's. Spellcheck is not as intuitive as I'd like. If everything was spelled right where would the fun be? If everything smelled right - what fun would there be in rolling in it?
Fill in those little blanks for me. You know what I mean even when the blonde moments conspire against me. Thanks - I knew you would.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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