I feel like this like I feel about VD

I read in the paper that today, Friday, Feb. 20, has been designated as National Love Your Pets Day.

Well, duh. I think you should hug and cuddle and play with and walk and groom and feed treats to your special furry or feathered or scaled or gilled or whatever'ed friends...EVERY DAY.

But because we're lemmings (anyone have a lemming as a pet?) and we need a path to follow, I say make today an extra special day for your companion creatures. Even for ferrets and Chihuahuas and skinks and other such nuttiness.

I can't wait to go home and snuggle my Westie, who I'd like to believe considers every day national love your owners day, too. Mostly she acts like every day is national worship the ground your Westie walks on day. Or perhaps national today's going to be the day I gut that rabbit and show Mom the innards day. Or even national leave your dirty socks and underwear on the floor so I can spend hours gnawing them to shreds day.

I love dogs. Someday we might even get Maggie a full-time, live-in canine sibling. For now, I'm going to take a few minutes to sneak peeks and puppies on the Net, hurry up with work so I can go home to let her out to play in the snow and watch her delight in the sheer simplicity of living a dog's life.

Animals are such agreeable friends. They ask no questions, they pass no criticisms. -- George Eliot

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