Boomer is my lifeline. He's the reason I must get out of bed every morning, no matter all else. He needs to eliminate, he needs to be fed, he needs my attention regardless of all the reasons a human being wants to stay in bed. Rain or shine. Hot or cold. Heartbroken or happy. Healthy or unhealthy. Boomer depends on me to live. I depend on Boomer to give me a reason to live. Simple as that.
What else do Boomer and I do for one another? Check out the blocks labeled When In Doubt, Pet the Dog, a column or blog feature or periodic memoir thingy, now and forever at Randy Boyd's Blocks:Thank Dog
Author's Best Friend
Boomer Nose Best
Boomer's Got Skills
A Dog with an Ear for Cell Phone Signals
"When In Doubt, Feed the Dog" Is Good, Too
