By Becky Holland
It is a Saturday night – and you are home with nothing to do. The weather is acting like typical Texas weather – warmer than 70 degrees all day, and then within an hour of hitting dark thirty, it hit a little above 50 degrees. The wind is fierce – the dog is hiding under the bed.
People tease me all the time about my dog and my relationship with my dog. After spending 12 to 18 hours a day seeing people at their worst and their best, hanging out with my dog is my respite.
I don’t think my dog is my child. I am not his mom. We are just buds – he is my canine companion and I am his human companion. Saturday night though, I laughed so hard that tears were running down my face.
Toby was laying on the bed while I had picked up my harmonica. He has heard me play it before, but tonight for some reason, he decided to show his musical talent.
He sang. Or howled, whichever you might want to call it. It may not make you laugh, but it made me giggle.
So, here it is.