If it wasn’t for my dog, I wouldn’t know when to eat breakfast or dinner or go to bed. If it wasn’t for my dog, I wouldn’t know when to go for a walk or have a treat. If it wasn’t for my dog, I would need an alarm clock to tell me when to wake up. I would have the entire bed to myself and never know what it feels like to have paws kicking me while my dog dreams or what it’s like to have snores in my ear wake me briefly. If it wasn’t for my dog, I wouldn’t know what it’s like to come home to a happy dance and a wagging tail or whines that say, “Where have you been? I missed you!” If it wasn’t for my dog I wouldn’t know what it’s like to have absolute attention focused on me — or what I’m eating — or know what a tail hitting against my legs feels like, or that a dog’s feet can smell like corn chips. If it wasn’t for my dog, I would smile and laugh less and not know the joy of caring for something other than myself. If it wasn’t for my dog, I would not be so content.