“My story begins with a question.”
“I thought of my sweet little girl and her chubby cheeks, big brown eyes and long brown hair with bangs that constantly needed trimming. She was all that really mattered in this world, and I could not keep moping over some guy who came in and out of my life faster than a season of American Idol.”
“Dogs possess a quality that s rare among humans--the ability to make you feel valued just by being you--and it was something of a miracle to me to be on the receiving end of all that acceptance. The dog didn t care what I looked like, or what I did for a living, or what a train wreck of a life I d led before I got her, or what we did from day to day. She just wanted to be with me, and that awareness gave me a singular sensation of delight. I kept her in a crate at night until she was housebroken, and in the mornings I d let her up onto the bed with me. She d writhe with joy at that. She d wag her tail and squirm all over me, lick my neck and face and eyes and ears, get her paws all tangled in my braid, and I d just lie there, and I d feel those oceans of loss from my past ebbing back, ebbing away, and I d hear myself laugh out loud.”
“الوطن هو الوطن، على الرغم من كل مشاكله.”