We Reall Never Own a Dog, We are Pet Guardians

I used to thing, with pride overflowing, that my brown dog was mine. Now I know better. We never really own a dog as much as he owns us.

Where he led I would follow without fear, and even now, remembering how he would curl up with his back against my bedroom door, I know again how it was to feel safe and protected from anything and anyone.

Once when I was very small and sick my mother put him in bed with me against everyone's advice. "They need each other," she said, and that was that.

She understood brown dogs and their peculiar magic.

Gene Hill

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