1.Pound 2. First Day 3. King 4. Peace Six years ago today, I met my best friend. I was a little sad and a little lonely. I never expected to find a dog like him. He was abused before. Found near some trees so starved, he couldn't stand, just whine, and someone called animal control. Hendrix was better by the time I met him, but when I heard his story, I made him a promise: if he went with me, I would spend every day making sure he knew he was safe and loved. I like to think I have kept that promise. We have been to mountains. To the beach. In snow so high, he disappeared when he jumped into it. We have seen forests in Spring and Autumn. Many deer, squirrels, cows horses (?!?) and raccoons have been lucky this titan of dogdom could not get to them. But our co-dependency is reciprocal. He does not judge me when I'm at my worst. He never thinks ill of me, even if I might deserve it. Above all else though, he must have promised me the same thing. I feel safe and loved. Dogs, man. We do not deserve them.