I cannot remember not having a dog, until the last few months. For my first 17 years I had one dog, a black lab. She was always with me, traveled overseas with the family (DO NOT TAKE YOUR DOG TO AUSTRALIA) Night or day the dog was always with me. Well trained… maybe, but I like to think she did everything out of love. She already knew what I wanted before I did. She didn’t mind me being a boy, unless there was a human girl around, then she was always there to protect me from the girl (or so jealous she wouldn’t leave my side) but either way I miss her. This photo reminded me of what it was like for me growing up, always having her there, watching out for me, she was my angel.