Dear Erin, I’m so sorry about your dog. I always had dogs growing up. Or, I guess, my mom always had dogs while I was growing up, and I pretended they were mine. (I certainly didn’t worry about their food, or cleaning up after them.) Regardless, dogs are part of the background noise of life, the basics of my sort of basic living. Because we also have dogs now. And though they are slightly annoying—Maria never, ever comes when you call her. Penny always comes, even if you’re not much interested in saying hello—I am glad of their presence during the day.
So you're saying it's fall...
So you're saying it's fall...
So you're saying it's fall...
Dear Erin, I’m so sorry about your dog. I always had dogs growing up. Or, I guess, my mom always had dogs while I was growing up, and I pretended they were mine. (I certainly didn’t worry about their food, or cleaning up after them.) Regardless, dogs are part of the background noise of life, the basics of my sort of basic living. Because we also have dogs now. And though they are slightly annoying—Maria never, ever comes when you call her. Penny always comes, even if you’re not much interested in saying hello—I am glad of their presence during the day.