Personal {Brother from Another Mother}

Dogs are our link to paradise. 

They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. 

To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon

 is to be back in Eden, 

where doing nothing was not boring

—it was peace.

—Milan Kundera

So this guy spent a few days with me. He soiled the carpet, the small sofa, and made a mess of the small patch of lawn that this house is lucky enough to call its own, but it was all good. When he grins he lights up the whole room.