No, not sleight of hand, my dog, Magic. He loves me unconditionally or if dogs don't "love" it sure looks like love. Sitting there reading last night, he'd sit at my feet and every now and again he'd look up and check on me and then lay back down again. He is strong and beautiful and not even one year old but already he is BIG (80 lbs.). He loves Milk Bones and other treats. He's waiting for me when I drive down the driveway at night, tail wagging. Welcome home, he barks.It feels great and I'm grateful for this tail wagging, hand licking, bow-wow love.
Just to be clear, Magic is on the floor to the left. That's my son Andrew on the couch to the right...
Love this doggie prayer:
Hail blessed Laika,
bless all us dogs
and make us brave like you.
WOOF!
Namaste.
