My Dog Biscuit

Biscuit is a mutt with one floppy ear and one ear that stands straight up, like he's always half listening. We got him from a shelter when he was two, and nobody knows exactly what he is. We just say he's a good boy, which is accurate.

He is the reason I get up at six every morning, even on weekends. He is the reason I know all my neighbors' names, because he insists on greeting every one of them. He is the reason I've seen more sunrises in the last three years than in the thirty years before.

When I come home from a long day, he acts like I've been gone for a decade. Every single time. Nobody else in the world is that happy to see me, and he does it for free.

If you're thinking about adopting, do it. You'll think you're rescuing them. It goes both ways.