While sitting in my quaint little bungalow, kitchen office, I was politely distracted by my little jack-chi named Elvis. He looked up at me as the ball was in his mouth, sweetly, so I looked down at him, into his beautiful brown eyes and I saw all my other dogs from my childhood, my teens, my twenties and I knew it was time to play.

I couldn’t resist, I can never resist his adorable furry charm, the little sh$%, now I say that with love and the upmost affection, because as sweet and adorable as he is he would also give me a warning impatient nip on my arm if he felt ignored. And just here this morning in my kitchen he did just that; a little warning nip on my arm as if to tell me hurry up, get your sleepy head lazy butt moving and bring me to the toilet, now!