That Doesn’t Fart
By Ann Leisure
However, not too long ago I was dumped, brokenhearted, SEVERELY depressed and in desperate need of affection. The last thing you need at a time like that is to have love shoved in your face. Or so I thought.
The answer to all my loneliness had been right in my house for five years: her name was Abby and boy did she love me! My sweet and grateful Lab mutt that I bought right out of the animal control truck didn’t care that she had become second fiddle in my six year quest to please this stupid boy. She was here for me now with more love than ever before—waiting for me every morning at my bedside when I didn’t want to get out of it and face the world newly-single.
If I wanted to stay in bed with the blinds closed all day, she was next to me dreaming and snoring. When I took up walking to "think", or made a quick drive to the corner store, she was my ready and willing partner .
Girls, I can speak from experience: the best medicine for a broken heart this Valentine’s Day is the unconditional love of a furry four- legged creature. They can’t speak, but they are great listeners. They won’t buy you flowers, but they give great hugs, kisses and ALWAYS want to cuddle. They’ll hang in there longer than any cry-baby boy, with patience and understanding. Best of all, no matter how mad you get, a critter will always be at the door when they hear that key or car pull up. Even now with my cats Freddy and Vanessa, they just can’t snuggle enough and one of them is always waiting for me in the window.
Abby and I have seen men come and go. Looking back, her adoption fee was the best 45 dollars I've ever spent.
