He Taught Us The Art

Never Slow Down, Never Look Back, Live Each Day With Adolescent Verve And Spunk And Curiosity And Playfulness. If You Think You’re Still A Young Pup, Then Maybe You Are, No Matter What The Calendar Says.

A Person Can Learn A Lot From A Dog, Even A Loopy One Like Ours. Marley Taught Me About Living Each Day With Unbridled Exuberance And Joy, About Seizing The Moment And Following Your Heart. He Taught Me To Appreciate The Simple Things-a Walk In The Woods, A Fresh Snowfall, A Nap In A Shaft Of Winter Sunlight. And As He Grew Old And Achy, He Taught Me About Optimism In The Face Of Adversity. Mostly, He Taught Me About Friendship And Selflessness And, Above All Else, Unwavering Loyalty.

Only Then Did I See. Something Was Amiss With Patrick's Snap-on One Piece, Or "onesie" As We Manly Dads Like To Call It. His Chubby Thighs, I Now Realized, Were Squeezed Into The Armholes, Which Were So Tight They Must Have Been Cutting Off His Circulation. The Collared Neck Hung Between His Legs Like An Udder. Up Top, Patrick's Head Stuck Out Through The Unsnapped Crotch, And His Arms Were Lost Somewhere In The Billowing Pant Legs. It Was Quite A Look.

He Taught Us The Art Of Unqualified Love. How To Give It, How To Accept It. Where There Is That, Most Other Pieces Fall Into Place.

Dogs Are Great. Bad Dogs, If You Can Really Call Them That, Are Perhaps The Greatest Of Them All.