I like dogs and always have. We always had dogs when I was a kid, so it was only natural that we had dogs in our house when my kids were growing up. I can't remember all the names of all the dogs we had, but I can remember little glimpses of those old hound dogs. I do remember Pancho, a black, big dog that my brother-in-law donated to us when he moved back to Texas. I loved that old big, black dog cause he would follow me wherever I went, like a good friend. He just wanted to hang out with me. Wagging his tail, tongue always sticking out, panting, he followed me.
I think one of the cool qualities about dogs is they like your company. Most of my dogs just liked hanging out with me, being by my side, walking, running, etc. That presence of a good ole four legged friend cannot be matched. A good dog will lay there beside you when you are fishing and just listen. Yes, listen. And they don't interrupt or talk back. Which is good and bad, but mostly good.
Being there, by your side, that is a pretty good quality I think.
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