When I owned and cared for dogs myself,I finally learned what it was like to be loved in earnest.I believe that no person is capable of loving another person like a dog does its master.On a three week cruise,three bachelors all said the same thing,that they most look forward to reuniting with their dogs.Sound like a coincidence?I don't think so.It's nice to be loved.A man can't be a mother so possibly a mother to her child rivals that of a dog to their master,except in my family.
When my oldest daughter was born,I started experiencing mood swings that called for thorazine,forget the prozac or lithium.I thought that only women could have post-partum.Here it was,this baby girl and I was just so overwhelmed with emotion and unable to show it because the after-effects of so many "bumps" from the past 35 years were still unresolved.It would be nice to blame it on Str8,but that wouldn't be honest.Having a father without even a shred of paternal instincts for his son along with the other sewage,such as str8,could no longer be denied.Love,to me,is undeniably action,not emotion.Saying I love you in deeds is far more important than those three words that seem difficult for the honest to say,yet flows very easily from the lips of liars.