I do believe my pets understood much more than I know… my pets are dogs, I have a small motley pack of mutts, 3 rescues and one senior rat terrier, Teddy Roosevelt Terrier to be exact. They, the rescue mutts, one chihuahua, one bulldog mix, and one Treeing Walker Coonhound all found me, they were throw aways, tossed away, abused, and just shed by horrible nasty humans.

They understand I won’t hurt them, they feel safe here, and they protect me because I am their person. When im upset and sad, they snugglein, follow me about and come to me as if to say… hey human it’s okay…. they cheer me up and drive me nuts just like kids would do. They understand NO, but know I’m a sucker for cuteness… they understand that !

I know they understand I love them, that just as I’m their human they are my mutt too. They know when I go I am coming back. And I understand that when I do they will be so excited to see me… that’s the gold, the gravy, the best thing ever. They are my mutts, I am their human… we understand each other well.