tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008437821927098215.post8196657469405243022..comments2023-10-14T08:27:58.436-07:00Comments on The Trouble With Poet: Did God (and Billy Collins) Just Tell Us to Get a Dog?Kimberly Kayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17444687247465657926noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008437821927098215.post-11793223088674895542013-11-06T06:47:51.123-08:002013-11-06T06:47:51.123-08:00I was never a 'dog person'...until my boyf...I was never a 'dog person'...until my boyfriend's dog started following me around the house, nose-to-shin. She attached herself to me first, and then I followed. She has yet to hit my ipad, but she certainly gives us a paw if we go too long in conversation, she whines when we kiss, etc. We often say we can't imagine life without her; she is continually taking root in the both of us.<br /><br />I'm so sorry for your loss. <br />I hope you find a new armrest soon.<br />a.afterthoughtcomposerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06813736275371156038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008437821927098215.post-34980434516609102762013-11-06T03:33:36.711-08:002013-11-06T03:33:36.711-08:00I like that dogs write poetry and cats write prose...I like that dogs write poetry and cats write prose. Dogs wear their heart on the sleeves of their personally monogrammed sweaters; am certain of that. <br />And thanks for the reminder to get back in touch with 'Prairie Home Companion' too. Take careAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com