Top o' the morning to ya!

My dog Gulliver has gotten pretty old lately. He's a little bit nutty but hey, he always has been.  His sweetness comes from his simple love of anything.  Here he is introducing himself to a new friend.  The corner of our little barn at the back of our yard. About 15 years ago I was asked by my landlady if I would mind getting a dog.  It would keep the property safe.  I lived in a little cottage bungalow in LA and there were 3 others in a little cluster going down the hill.I had a screened in room called a Lanai to keep one in and he could bark at the front, and the back. Brilliant! So I set out with a friend and began scouring all the animal shelters and dog pounds in the area. I wasn't seeming to make a connection so I kept looking.  Finally after running out of shelters I just went to Santa Monica and asked at the desk "who is next to go?".  They brought him out and into a little play yard.  He saw a tennis ball in the corner and ran right over to it and began tossing it up in the air and catching it. He threw it back and forth and up and down and then brought it over and dropped it at my feet. "This ball isn't going to throw itself man". He and I both knew we would be together forever. We have thrown the ball for years and he has sat by my side daily and waited at the door for my safe return.  He's one of those dogs that you can hear what he is saying in his deep dog voice just by looking at him. "Hello Mr. Barn. How are you today".  Ain't he a cute ole bugger. I love him very much but he loves me like I hung the moon.