The other night I watched Jesse Stone say goodbye to his boy Buddy and absolutely lost it and now one look at this picture and it's the same thing all over again.
I was once told that real men weren't supposed to lose it like that over a dog, but if that's the case, then I'll gladly be the exception to the rule.
I can't help it and don't want to. Those silly, fuzzy goofs sure do get into one's heart.
We're not worthy, God. Not one bit, but thank you for blessing us with them anyway.
Cops shouldn't shoot dogs.
Women cry at just about anything, and often nothing at all.
Men cry when they lose something of great value or closeness to them. Jobs, wives, kids, and loyal, loved pets are acceptable. Sometimes cars.