……you’re on your fifth dog. People leave your life for a variety of inexplicable reasons. Some with wings, some with two men and a truck and all your nice furniture and the cats. Please. Some because it just becomes too much of an effort to stay in it. But the dog(s). Very poor shelf life. Very bad bathroom habits. Can’t keep a fur coat on no matter how cold it gets. And yet. And yet. Here I am with my fifth dog and not quite sure why. Do I want to sleep with him? No. Do I want him to schedule my life? No. The fur situation? That’s just an embarrassment even I don’t want to talk about. Fortunately, I gave up trying to remember the gender of the dog(s) so suffice it to say I have a male. Or a female. But the why still baffles me. He/she is asleep at my feet and will get up leaving a fur outline that resembles a crime scene. And yet. And yet…..