If your dog could speak English, maybe he or she would say …

 

I am your dog. You got me from a shelter or a breeder or a long line of my family in your family. I am tiny, small, compact, medium, large or huge. I am a pure breed or a “sooner” (just as soon be one breed as another). If we’re both lucky, you got me when I was a puppy. You think you chose me. But maybe I really chose you.

 

Treat me right, because I trust my fate to you. I will be with you through boyfriends, girlfriends, breakups, marriages, divorces, layoffs, deaths and births and the loss of old friends and the gain of new ones. I will be with you through sickness and health. I will walk with you, run with you, laugh and cry with you and sleep on your bed with you. I will make your heart and life happy with my love and all my life.