Man’s best friend

NO matter how many years I have fed them; no matter how many times I am the one to remember to refill their water bowl or let/take them outside; no matter how much shredded cheese I “accidentally” drop on the floor for them; no matter how much of their poop I pick up from the front yard and field….

These dogs love Steve. He is their master. Serena looks forward to her morning belly rub from me and will follow me outside for chores. And Josie only mopingly accepts me when Steve is not around. They just love Steve. I have come to accept it, but someday I am wondering if maybe we could have a dog that actually prefers me???