Why I Love Dogs

Angels without wings

Picture by author (current angel)

I have not always loved dogs. I grew up in a house about six-city blocks from the public school. No one thought anything of a five-year-old walking herself home from kindergarten each day. One spring sunny day I spotted a back dog coming my way. I froze. The dog kept coming and stopped about a foot away from me. We locked eyes. In my five year old brain, hours passed. The spell broke when my mother…