12 December 2013

I need a hug, so I pick up Clover. She’s the huggable one. She knows how to snuggle, how to let her body go limp into yours. She’ll never be the first one to break an embrace.

Polo, on the other hand, is about the least huggable dog I’ve ever known. She likes to be petted, especially with a foot. She likes to lay near you. But when you pick her up, she just hangs there.

But Polo does love me. I know she does.


  1. How could she not?