Mark, 
The only problem with bringing wonderful dogs into our lives is that we most usually outlive them.  Man...that just tears me up.  I am such a sucker for great dogs (or even ordinary dogs), and am so heart-broken when they die, that I've only had two of them in my life, and I am 65 years old.  I love them so much that I just can't stand the thought of outliving a third one.  So now you guys all know what a wimpy, emotional sucker for dogs I am.  I make no apologies for my total love for my two excellent departed canine companions--nor for my love of dogs in general. 
 
I read somewhere that a man is supposed to be entitled to one great dog in his life.  Well, I've had two.  Some of you have had many more.  WONDERFUL!  But I don't think my heart could stand the loss of another one.  I will go out with friends who have wonderful dogs from now on, and I will form my attachments with those excellent beasts.  We will have a good time.  The dogs will love me and I will love them.  Man...  I love them all!  But I will avoid having to bury any more of my own great dogs until my dying day.  A few years ago, I helped an excellent friend bury his beloved dog.  I guess you could say I was a ball bearer.  I could hardly stand it.  Like I said, I am a total sucker for a dog.  No shame here.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
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